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Casual sex Is it irrational? (Yes!) I think it's time to find out why And soon I fall asleep, it's nighttime In a dream there's a dolphin And a soldier, they're walking Through the sand and toward a morgue In an office there's a hostess who has Carried our friend And wheeled him into a drawer She pulls his file The air is cold Down the aisle we follow her I'm thinking casual sex - the feeling Casual sex - the soldier's life's the same as mine And he's attracted to a nun But the feeling of sex is nothing possible yet A new wave soldier's standing next to a young nun The nun just has to pace Her gothic skirt over her legs They're getting warmer toward the insides And their tops "The inexistence of time" is not a painting, it's life Letras de cancionesThey're into robes and gloves Goblet glass and crosses The feeling of sex is nothing possible yet A new wave soldier is standing next to a young nun The sound of her voice And the handle of the robe Are getting thinner as the whip begins to speak The nun just strikes a pose The soldier's helmet hits the floor He's walking backward Until he's pinned against stained glass From Letras Mania