Everything makes me think about sex
Everything makes me feel sick
It's a personal flaw I guess
I'm a shy boy plus raised Catholic
Everybody says you've got to let it all out
Everybody says you've got to let it all out
But how can I admit?
The things I really think about
Everything makes me think about sex
Everything makes me feel stressed
It's a personal flaw I guess
I have visions of everyone undressed
Everybody says you've got to let it all out
Everybody says you've got to let it all out
But how can I admit?
That sex is all I think about
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Everything makes me think about sex
Everything makes me feel tense
It's affecting my entire vision
It's affecting my concentration
Everybody says you've got to let it all out
Everybody says you've got to let it all out
But how can I admit?
The only thing I think about is sex