If I don't
Have s-s-s-s-s-s-sex
By the end of the week
I'm g-g-g-going to die
If I don't
Feel a p-p-p-p-pair
Of s-s-s-soft l-l-l-l-lips on my own
Oh, I'm going to hang my head and cry
If I don't feel a waaaarm
Breathe on the n-n-n-nape
Of my n-n-n-n-neck
Or feel a nice post-coital sigh
C'mon baby, now you can tell the cops why
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Woah no no Woah-ho no no
Oh oh oh oh oh
Woah no no Woah-ho no no
And ya don't
K-k-k-know th-th-th-the ice ice
C-c-c-c-c-old vice
That grips my head
And ya don't
K-k-k-know th-th-th-the burning
Th-the burning I feel
When I try to get out of bed
And ya don't
K-k-k-know how these urges
All these urges, all these urges
All these urges can be so very very misread
C'mon baby, was it something I said?
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Woah no no Woah-ho no no
Oh oh oh oh oh
Woah no no Woah-ho no no
When it's there, inside the day or night
You know it's girl o'clock
I don't know, but I've been told it's so
You know it's good as gold
You know it's tick tock ya don't stop
If I don't
Have a n-n-n-n-nervous b-b-b-breakdown
By the end of the week
I'm gonna be very, very surprised
