I was watching this movie On my VCR The things they were doing Just a little bizarre The expression of pa**ion Amid sweat and chlorine They were five of the happiest people That I've ever seen Sex without bodies Sex without pain Sex of such pa**ion No mere words could explain It's the incoming fashion It's an oncoming train I may never go back to the real thing again I called up this number This girl Angela spoke She started to whimper I started to choke Before it was over I called out her name And you may not believe this But she did the same Sex without bodies Sex without blame
Sex on the wire Between shadow and shame It's the fear of desire It's the fire without flame I may never go back to the real thing again I met this guy Carlos He took me upstairs He sat me in one Of two comfortable chairs He sat in the other So cool and contained And the rest of the evening This is how we remained Having s** without bodies Sex without hate Sex in this city Has become a garrison state I don't care if she's pretty I don't care if he ain't I may never go back to the real thing again I may never go back to the real thing again We may never go back to the real thing again