Glue

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