It's not the no sex which confuses and troubles
It's your warmth that I miss and the absence of cuddles
Well its not just the cuddles and warmth that I miss
To be perfectly honest I'd die for a kiss

And though both reason and logic dictate
That I should be looking elsewhere for a mate
I'm still in a state both confused and perplexed
Perhaps after all it is just the sex

So confused and perplexed , perfused and complexed
By cuddles and kisses and quite oversexed
I'd best grab a bottle and drink some more gin
And keep out of battles that I cannot win