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I remember sex. |
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That thing we used to do |
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Where you'd lay down and usually |
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I'd lie on top of you |
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Sometimes you'd lie on top of me. |
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We tried that out a bit |
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But it didn't work as well, |
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I guess something just didn't fit |
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I remember sex. |
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We had it at night |
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A few times in the morning and then after we would fight |
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And on special occasions when we'd had too much to drink |
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Once in a |
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Morris Minor (?), a convertible, |
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I thinkI remember sex. |
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It was such a big deal |
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That we worried where it would come from much more than our next meal |
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And we were always hungry, often we overate |
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It was up and down and back and forth and hurry up and wait |
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I remember sex. |
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And when we went to bed |
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Sometimes we didn't sleep at all - we just had sex instead |
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And having it was heavenly, not getting it - pure hell |
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And it was either great or bad, few did it merely well |
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I remember sex. |
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And how it made us feel |
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Completely realistic yet totally surreal |
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A thing that we all thought about and all that we thought of |
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That distant crazy cousin to the scary thing called love |
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I remember sex. |
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I started on my own |
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When you and |
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I stopped having it, |
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I tried it on the phone |
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But that was so expensive and sex is just a crutch |
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And since |
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I kicked the habit |
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I don't think about it much... but... |
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I remember sex. |
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Something that we did |
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And we always used to worry we'd end up with a kid |
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Then we'd have to get rid of it or else we'd have to wed |
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These days sex can kill ya, kids, so stay awake in bed |