Žodžiai dainai: Gilbert O'Sullivan. Singer Sowing Machine. Sex Appeal.

And I don't know why some have more
I only know they always will
Tracksuit top coming off
As the sweat is pouring
From you still
Sex appeal it's a lover's embrace
Sex appeal it's the thrill of the chase
Sex appeal something you have places
That looks so inviting

Sex appeal in the heat of the sun
Sex appeal with a bathing suit on
Sex appeal pouring oil down your front
And then rubbing it all over

And there are no rules
Even those who's
Looks may not be all that great
Can in fact be looked at
Even in the most desirable way

Sex appeal it's a natural thing
Sex appeal getting soaked to the skin
Sex appeal lying down by the fire
In a blanket your holding

Sex appeal it's the parting of lips
Sex appeal it's getting to grips
Sex appeal like the way that she slips
And lust carries on talking

I'm not saying that everyone
Has to be young and fancy free
In a cage middle-aged
You can turn those heads so easily

Sex appeal it's a lover's embrace
Sex appeal it's the egg on your face
Sex appeal something you have in places
That looks so inviting
Oh it looks so exciting

Sex appeal it's an animal right
Sex appeal it's the meaning of life
Sex appeal contributions denied
If you think it's for the money

Sex appeal it's your hair in a mess
Sex appeal in a thick woolly vest
Sex appeal and the feeling I guess
Of what might just be underneath
Of what might just be underneath