You and me, baby, got a list of lovers,
And maybe one day soon we’re gonna find each other
On each other’s list of lovers,
It’s a wonder all the things we’ll discover as lovers,
Come on,
Can you pencil me in?

I know your list is long, tonight
Friends become lovers,
Lovers become enemies,
Enemies become plaintiffs and defendants,
Like the Kennedys

I can drape myself around you,
You can get on top of me,
Love becomes sex,
Sex becomes sodomy,
How does that reveal each other’s wacko?

I see brutality,
So open up the fridge, bust out the Prosecco,
Let’s drink a toast to my sexuality,
My sexuality
Yeah!

Aah-aahaaha-aaha-haa
Aah-aahaaha-aaha-haa

And my list of lovers 
Is a laundry list
Of those I touched 
And those I kissed

And when I draw the covers
In the morning mist
Will you be the one I love?
Will you be the one I love?

Words become weapons,
Weapons become girls,
Girls become the property of Sultans in the Arab world

You can put out every fire
When love burns hotter than the sun,
Love becomes desire,
Desire fucks up everyone

I will die on Mars in a Chinese rocket,
But that’s alright with me,
I burn bright like stars,
Keep my picture in your pocket
Because of my sexuality,
My sexuality
Yeah!

Aah-aahaaha-aaha-haa
Aah-aahaaha-aaha-haa

You and me, baby,
We’ve got a list of lovers,
And it sure feels right,
Alright

And my lovers are now just statues in the night,
I say, just statues in the night