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Casual Sex
by The Faint
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Casual sex - is it irrational?
I think it's time to find out why
I'd soon as fall asleep
It's nighttime in a dream
There's a dolphin and a soldier
They're walking through the sand
Toward a morgue, in an office stairs
A hostess who has carried our friend
And wheeled him into a drawer
She pulls his file, the air is cold
Down the alley, follow her
I'm thinking...
Casual sex, the feeling
Casual sex
The soldier's life's the same as mine
He is attracted to a nun
But the feeling of sex
Is nothing possible yet
A new ex-soldier standing next to a young nun
The nun just has to face her gothic skirt over her legs
They're getting warmer toward the insides and the top
The annex has been so tight
It's not a painting, it's like
They're into robes and gloves, and goblet glasses, acrostic
The feeling of sex
Is nothing possible yet
A new ex-soldier standing next to a young nun
The sound of her voice and the handle of the rope
Are getting thinner as the wind begins to speak
The nun just strikes a pose
The soldier held her against the floor
He's walking backward 'til he's pinned against stained glass
Casual sex - is it irrational?
I think it's time to find out why
I'd soon as fall asleep
It's nighttime in a dream
There's a dolphin and a soldier
They're walking through the sand
Toward a morgue, in an office stairs
A hostess who has carried our friend
And wheeled him into a drawer
She pulls his file, the air is cold
Down the alley, follow her
I'm thinking...
Casual sex, the feeling
Casual sex
The soldier's life's the same as mine
He is attracted to a nun
But the feeling of sex
Is nothing possible yet
A new ex-soldier standing next to a young nun
The nun just has to face her gothic skirt over her legs
They're getting warmer toward the insides and the top
The annex has been so tight
It's not a painting, it's like
They're into robes and gloves, and goblet glasses, acrostic
The feeling of sex
Is nothing possible yet
A new ex-soldier standing next to a young nun
The sound of her voice and the handle of the rope
Are getting thinner as the wind begins to speak
The nun just strikes a pose
The soldier held her against the floor
He's walking backward 'til he's pinned against stained glass
