Sex Is Personal

I was caught in excitement, an unusual spell
It's curling your sense and I'm strapped for my lines
And we talk a lot, the trap you gave in focus

Tales of the tour and a hardcore life
Were matched by the popstar call to remind
That we talk a lot, and soon it will come into focus

There's no time for fighting, any sex is personal
Information not appealing to really any sense at all

Is it wrong to think I'm a traditional man?
I hope I'd be up for an exitional plan
Yeah, a part of me could deal with these open connections

But the concept to me is like "yes," typical
It's like "here's how it happens," baby, do you like how we planned it?
We should talk a lot, and soon we came into focus

(That's right, she focused, that's right)

There's no time for fighting, any sex is personal
Keep your head above the meaning, and devotion doesn't swell
Any sexual encounter adds an awful twisting touch
It's like standing in the nineties, but getting used to this is hard

There's no time for fighting, any sex is personal
Keep your head above the meaning, and devotion doesn't swell
Any sexual encounter adds an awful twisting touch
It's like standing in the nineties, but getting used to this is hard