Sex without love is a good ride worth trying
But love without sex is second only to dying
When kissing is missing and legs stay shut tight
You'll hate every morning and dread every night

Don't drag it out when you've lost your glue

You'll always feel lonely and always be minging
You won't notice colours and you'll never hear singing
The surest sign ever that good times are ending
Is sharing a sleeping space with no fucking pending

Don't drag it out too far, don't do what I do