Lyrics

Who brought in this cynical new lingo Which treats sex as trauma bingo? Seduction used to be the great sensation Now you've got to call it "predation" What is it about sex that so displeases The young, is it a fear of new diseases? Or is it just too dirty for their night? It's only dirty if you're doing it right Don't walk around with sticks stuck up your arses Make passes at people who wear glasses Once, when we were hot to get our rocks off We'd say: "I want to see you with your socks off!" Now you need consent for the mere intent of inviting And preferably gеt it in writing You're courting a demographic disaster Whеn you really should be courting each other Asexuals struggled for the right To stay inviolate at night But the rest of us could struggle with a lover Just make sure it's not your mother That's the kind of love that tends to smother It'll take at least ten minutes to recover If you're terrified of the judgment of the other It's only based on envy and begrudgement These people who poo-poo you Want to be you or to do you But they're super scared to fuck in case they fudge it Swiping through the apps upon a gadget Gazing like the gormless, how they fidget Gulping at the gulf they fail to bridge it Never daring to do anything illicit They slap at a mosquito or a midget Their fear of exploitation makes them livid But they do have a tattoo which makes them vivid Speaking in their cynical new lingo Treating sex as trauma bingo