[Mourning Widows] Sex In A Jar

 

 

 

 

Seems like the moon is full and yet its only noon 
A sweet familiar taste consumes me back to you 
Back to you 
I'm being taunted constantly tested 
Skin and flesh are power invested 
(It's all about sex) 
Prehistoric intellectuals 
(It's all about sex) 
Cover up and hide the animal 
Loss of control and I feel it 
Starting to sweat, I will I won't 
Every inch of my skin giving orders 
Attack, I will, I will 
I want my sex in a jar 
I need it wherever I go 
I want my sex in a jar 
I'll take it wherever I go 
God has created man beyond her wildest dreams 
A bad machine will not admit that he's a bad machine 
A life's obsession in evil attire 
I oughta touch you and burn in the fire 
(It's all about sex) 
Prehistoric Intellectuals 
(It's all about sex) 
Covered and hide the animal 
Everybody got the animal 
Everybody got the animal 
I want it, I need it 
Saturday night is everyday 
All day, All day