Swelled, my temperature is rising, got my feet off the floor;
Baby and me rocking—then she wants to go more.
Let me rest, baby—my libido is shot,
So, I gotta take it easy. . .abatement sought.
And I’m so wracked—we made it; so sacked—we made it.
You got me gimpy from lovin’,
Gimpy, gimpy from lovin’ every way.

Well, you peeled my wood, excessively you are spry;
I’ve gotta take it easy—you’ve outpaced my desire.
Been some hard lays, and I can no longer screw. . .
Crave liniment, baby, for my back to unglue,
And I’m so sapped—we made it; so zapped—we made it.
You got me gimpy from lovin’,
Gimpy, gimpy from lovin’ every way.

When it heals, my wood, once again it will rise high,
But now I’ll take it easy, or kids I’ll never sire.
Been some hard lays, now I think I should
Stay at flaccid-relaxed till my wrenched-wrong body’s good.
I’m a slowed lad—we made it; chode’s mad—ya flayed it.
You got me gimpy from lovin’,
Gimpy, gimpy from lovin’ every way.