What happens when the words aren’t enough
But it’s too early to call it love
What happens when your skin is everything but tough
But you like it passionate and rough
What do you do when you get lonely
When you touch yourself do you ever think about me
Do you imagine what’d it be like if I was there
Do the scenes in your mind thin the air
How does it feel when you finally hit your peak
Afterward, is it hard to speak
Oh my my!