my sex

Pulp

My sex leaves nothing to the imagination
My sex is shady recreation
My sex is out of its mind
One of a kind and ill-defined

My sex is neither here nor there
Is neither him nor her
It s an out of body experience
My sex don t make no sense

My sex leaves much to be desired
Spoken of in whispers behind closed doors
My sex is an urban myth
A lovers tiff
Or a lover stiff

I haven t got an agenda
I haven t even got a gender
My sex is hard to explain
You can t melt it down in the rain
You can t melt it down in the rain

It s mine, all mine
Hand-reared, one of a kind
You show me yours and I ll show you mine
But hurry cause my sex is running out of time
My loss is your gain
Keep your hands to yourself cause it s hard to explain
And in answer to your question
My sex is open to suggestions
My sex is not forever
It s two silences
Two silences stitched together

Love is invisible to the naked eye
When it s raised in the dark of two people s minds
Something you don t find every day
Something that s been hidden away
Teeny tiny, too much too late
Nowhere to put it, it s too oddly shaped

This love is too much to take in
It s two lives in a spin
What a strange love it s been

It s mine all mine
Hand-reared, one of a kind
You show me yours, I ll show you mine
But hurry cause my sex is running out of time
My loss is your gain
Keep your hands to yourself cause it s hard to explain
And in answer to your question
My sex is open to suggestions
My sex is not forever
It s two silences stitched together

Oh, oh, oh, I m trying to work myself up
I m trying to work myself out
Beyond a shadow of a doubt
Beyond a shadow of a doubt
Beyond a shadow of a doubt
Beyond a shadow of a doubt
Beyond a shadow of a doubt
Beyond a shadow of a doubt

Oh, yeah