Sex, it is the reason why it happens all the time
You might even like it a little bit
Sex, it doesn't hurt to try, sometimes the hurt is why
You might even cry just a little bit
Sex, I want to turn you on, and then I want you gone
You might even hate me a little bit
Sex, I want to call your mom, and tell her you're the bomb
I might even see if she's into it
Sex, to me, it's just a mystery
And a lie we tell, together we can prove it
Sex, to her, it's just a bad word
You don't understand, but you don't need to do it
Sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex
Sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex
(Whoa, I'm talking about)
Sex, I think I had it once, I think I had a bunch
I might even lie just a little bit
Sex, it's what I'm thinking of, some people call it: Love
I might even finish way too quick
Sex, to me, it's just a mystery
And a lie we tell, together we can prove it
Sex, to her, it's just a bad word
You don't understand, but you don't need to do it
Sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex (woo! Watch out!)
Sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex (woo! Yeah!)
Sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex
Sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex
Sex, to me, there is no guarantee that the feeling's there
Together we could lose it
Sex, to her, it's just a bad word
We could talk all night (but it's better to do it, uh)
(Yeah, but it's better to do it)
(Sex)
Like it's homework, like a chore
Like it's something never done before
Like it's over, but there's more
Like, I own you, like, I'm yours
Like it's homework, like a chore
Like it's something never done before
Like it's over, but there's more
Like, I own you, like, I'm yours (woah, sex)
