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 sexy 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 fuck until I bleed

But how long will that be

Just kiss me full on the lips

Just kiss me full on the lips