Pulp
My Sex
My sex is a figment of my imagination
My sex is shameful creation
My sex is out of its mind, one of a kind and ill-defined
My sex is neither here nor there
My sex is neither him nor her
It's a round the body experience
My love don't make no sense
My sex leaves much to be desired
Smoking and whispers behind closed doors
My sex is an urban myth
A lovers' tiff or a lovers' myth
I haven't got an agеnda
I haven't got a gender
My sеx is hard to explain
You can't build a dam in the rain
You can't build a dam in the rain
It's mine, all mine
One of a kind
Show me yours and I'll show you mine
But hurry 'cos my sex is running out of time
My loss is your gain
Keep your hands to yourself, it's hard to explain
Letras de cancionesAnd in answer to your question:
My sex is open to suggestions
It's not forever, just to ? stitched together
Love is invisible to the naked eye
? into people's lives
Something you don't find every day
Something that's been hidden away
? time, too much, too late
? too out of shape
It's too much to take in
Got my head in a spin
Oh, what's there to ?
It's mine, all mine
I'm really one of a kind
My loss is your gain
Keep your hands to yourself 'cos it's hard to explain
I haven't got a gender
I haven't got an agenda
And in answer to your question:
My sex is open to suggestions
Still together, ? stitched together
Trying to work myself out
I try and work myself out
Beyond a shadow of a doubt
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