I remember sex. That thing we used to doWhere you'd lay down and usually I'd lie on top of youSometimes you'd lie on top of me. We tried that out a bitBut it didn't work as well, I guess something just didn't fitI remember sex. We had it at nightA few times in the morning and then after we would fightAnd on special occasions when we'd had too much to drinkOnce in a Morris Minor (?), a convertible, I thinkI remember sex. It was such a big dealThat we worried where it would come from much more than our next mealAnd we were always hungry, often we overateIt was up and down and back and forth and hurry up and waitI remember sex. And when we went to bedSometimes we didn't sleep at all - we just had sex insteadAnd having it was heavenly, not getting it - pure hellAnd it was either great or bad, few did it merely wellI remember sex. And how it made us feelCompletely realistic yet totally surrealA thing that we all thought about and all that we thought ofThat distant crazy cousin to the scary thing called loveI remember sex. I started on my ownWhen you and I stopped having it, I tried it on the phoneBut that was so expensive and sex is just a crutchAnd since I kicked the habit I don't think about it much... but...I remember sex. Something that we didAnd we always used to worry we'd end up with a kidThen we'd have to get rid of it or else we'd have to wedThese days sex can kill ya, kids, so stay awake in bed
