Candle lights, pleasure oils
He moves his waist with maximum grace and minimum toil
Country charm and English pomp
One does require birthday attire for passion romps

No time for the clergy or chastity belts
Those manacles are meant for Nuns
No time for confession when sex should be felt

Try not to laugh
He's a smooth copulater,
smooth copulater,
smooth copulater,
smooth copulater.

Pole to Pole, Parée to Morocco, jet set wet
He'll jump the pond and splash in lake Tahoe, you can bet.

Chest to breast, each soft embrace
So Sultan Sheik in Satin Sheets
With rhythmic pace.

No harem to love, a service for one
Melts all her panties when they're having fun
His hands are like velvet on her sticky buns

Try not to Laugh
He's a smooth copulater,
smooth copulater,
smooth copulater,
smooth copulater.

Conte to Kant, Rembrandt to impasto, cultured gent
Caressing front and back, like Picasso, cubist lent

Smooth Copulater,
smooth copulater,
smooth copulater,
smooth copulater,
smooth copulater...