Sex Is Not A Race
Some men think of sex all day,
And never have a clue.
To know what sex is all about,
And makes you feel good too.
And never have a clue.
To know what sex is all about,
And makes you feel good too.
They push and pant and strain to be,
The first to cross the line.
A race to win and run again,
Is what is on their mind.
The first to cross the line.
A race to win and run again,
Is what is on their mind.
But I have found tis best to lose,
This race of instant fate.
For when she wins and gets there first,
She helps me celebrate.
This race of instant fate.
For when she wins and gets there first,
She helps me celebrate.
Now I'm too old to run this race,
For more than once a night.But what the hell, I run it well,
And always finish right.
For more than once a night.But what the hell, I run it well,
And always finish right.
So now you know of what I speak,
And why I rarely groan.
Or you can race the way you want,
And run your race alone.
And why I rarely groan.
Or you can race the way you want,
And run your race alone.
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