I Think About Sex

I hear the whistle of a passing train
I hear an oboe play a sad refrain
I hear the rain upon my window pane
And I think about sex
The scent of jasmine on a summer night
The song of starlings at the first daylight
The magic of a rainbow at the sight
I think about sex
You may say that I have got a one-track mind
Maybe what you say of me is true
But while you're saying that I've got a one-track mind
I'm thinking about sex with you
And you
The restless flutter of a butterfly
A shooting star that streaks across the sky
Some speak of wonder, some of God
But I, I, well, you got it, sex
You may ask me why do I obsess this much
Can't I think of something else instead
But while you're asking me, I must confess this much
I'm wondering how you'd be in bed
Standing alone beside a waterfall
Or midst the frenzy of a shopping mall
It seems there's nothing turns me off at all
Except maybe writing checks
But after that I'm back again pursuing it
Each fantasy I have has God-knows-who in it
Perhaps because I'm not actually doing it
I think about, explore each kink about
I bore my shrink about
Sex, sex, sex, sex
Sometimes food
Then sex