[Lyric] Sad Sex (In Quincke)

What have I been thinking at that time?
I sang and sang and no one seemed to hear
What is it with you, girl? hey, are you fine?
They told me you were friendlier these years

Five or six at the time
Instead of rich I’m feeling all alone
I won't ask you twice to love me back
It’s a luck my X made me of stone

Girls of the coming years, I love you
You don’t need to be my sexual thing
Girls of the coming years, I'm sorry
I don't need to be your sexual thing
Girls of the coming years, I love you
You don’t need to be my sexual thing
Girls of thе coming years, relax now
I don’t need to be a sеxual thing

Boy, I wasn't thinking at that time
I needed space, I didn't want you near
What is it with this fucked up head of mine?
Keeps falling off, and on, and off again
Five or six at the time
Instead of rich I’m feeling all alone
I can't ask you twice to love me back
It’s a luck my X made me of stone