Darling don't you know after I've bathed with you
I'm going to bury my face in the towel you used
I'm going to fill a bottle with the tears you weep
I'm going to brush your teeth whilst your asleep
Why don't you twist with me, it must be a temptation
And pity my poor heart I'm a writer of erotic fiction
Those pictures they used were not really you
They gave you airbrushed limbs that were stretched too far apart
Honey, have you got a real heart
Just buck like a dog on heat, Christ what a sensation!
And pity my poor soul I'm a writer of erotic fiction
My amorous breath will be filling up your lungs
Whilst the crooks in the suburbs will be fornicating milkmaids
When I start tearing off those s**y clothes
I will howl out your name and I will rattle those bones
Those sequinned second seconds are not what I need
I just want to f** until I bleed
But how long will that be
Just kiss me full on the lips
Just kiss me full on the lips