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