Lyrics

So, when you find a gal, the perfect kind of gal And your feelings grow distinctly biological You think you're hot for, but you're not for It's psychological What a kick you get and, oh, how quick you get In your fingers this desire to be misogical When you define that it's just a sign that You're psychological Love is a question of mental suggestion Strictly cerebral you'll find! Sex is a theory. Consider it, Deary! Merely a matter of mind When I envelope you, it's just a hell accused But the opper-thing and mani-pedi-dogical* For goodness sakes, Dear! Give me the breaks, Dear! Be psychological! *alternate lyrics: "And the obvious in manifesting gonicals"