many miles between you and me
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and love is guaranteed to fail
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cos a fuck should be multi sensory
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and you just cant smell an email
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phone sex, cyber sex aint all that
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i prefer to take my sex in its original format
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so you know what you can do with that mouse mat
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Phy-si-cal Sex (with a touchy feely woman)
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Phy-si-cal Sex (with a touchy feely woman)
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Phy-si-cal Sex (with a touchy feely woman)
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Phy-si-cal Sex (with a touchy feely woman)
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Well I need to turn my horse around
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but my baby's got the painters in
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Ss, ss, ss, sporting a hat of fin-est brown
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the colour of a car-din-al sin.
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Honey, I've always had my knockers i fear,
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Gim-me just an eye-ful of your rear, of your rear, of your rear
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somewhere to put my beer.
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Phy-si-cal Sex (with a touchy feely woman)
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Phy-si-cal Sex (with a touchy feely woman)
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Phy-si-cal Sex (with a touchy feely woman)
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Phy-si-cal Sex (with a touchy feely woman)
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Briinnnng me.... sex
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(guitar solo)
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Phy-si-cal Sex (with a touchy feely woman)
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Phy-si-cal Sex (with a touchy feely woman)
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Phy-si-cal Sex (with a touchy feely woman)
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Phy-si-cal Sex.
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Physical Sex
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