Physical Sex (Live at Wembley, 2004)

It's been a sweaty turn
I think I may have lost a few pounds since Brixton with you
Speak up, damn you all
Many miles between you and me
And our love is guaranteed to fail
'Cause a fuck should be multisensory
And you just can't smell an email

Phone sex, cyber sex ain't all that
I prefer to take my sex in its original format
So you know what you can do with that mouse mat

Physical sex
(With a touchy-feely woman)
Physical sex
(With a touchy-feely woman)
Physical sex
(With a touchy-feely woman)
Physical sex
Well, I need to turn my horse around
But my baby's got my painters in
It's just as sporting a hat of the finest brown
The colour of a cardinal sin

Honey, I've always had my knockers, I fear
Gimme just an eyeful of your rear, of your rear, of your rear
It's somewhere to put my beer

Physical sex
(With a touchy-feely woman)
Physical sex
(With a touchy-feely woman)
Physical sex
(With a touchy-feely woman)
Physical

Wembley Arena
Bring meat
Physical sex
(With a touchy-feely woman)
Physical sex
(With a touchy-feely woman)
Physical sex
(With a touchy-feely woman)
Physical sex

Totally fucking knackered now
But as it happens, it's time to take our feet off the pedals for a moment
And freewheel into power ballad land
Home of vast, bombastic general sweeping statements of endearment
Words like love used abundantly

So if you brought your partner this evening
I'd like to just gently hold his or her hand
And weep solemnly
Or do what that guy's doing there and hold up two lighters
Which is, that's to be commended, really
It's he made the effort
So, yeah, let's just have a little sing along to "Love Is Only a Feeling"