Syncopated

Have you ever had sex at a funeral?
Sixty feet from the man six under
I couldn't think of any place less doable
Unless you count last week at your mother's
Oh, I'll go on about it
'Cause you're living in the shade and I think you need a break
So would you come have sex at the funeral?
As a toast to the man down under

Low speed
Tell me that you're tryna move slowly
Tryna knock boots without a nosebleed
Tryna make it planned for the weekend, weekend
Do I come across boldly?
Tryna get it on while we get groceries
Tryna take turns in the front seat
Tell me can you swim in the deep end, deep end

Slow, let it out
Mess around
Get on down
Syncopated
Let it out
Go to town
Almost drowned
Consummated

Have you ever had sex at a funeral?
Sixty feet from the man six under
I couldn't think of any place less doable
Unless you count last week at your mother's
Oh, I'll go on about it
'Cause you're living in the shade and I think you need a break
So would you come have sex at the funeral?
As a toast to the man down under

Two feet
Try to stay grounded so you dig deep
Feels like I'm drowning while your hips beat
Tell me will we last till the weekend, weekend?
Think I woke the beast fully
Couldn't catch a break if I was Humpty
Excellent form in the front seat
Nothing but a breeze in the deep end, the deep end

Slow, let it out
Mess around
Get on down
Syncopated
Let it out
Go to town
Almost drowned
Consummated

Have you ever had sex at a funeral?
Sixty feet from the man six under
I couldn't think of any place less doable
Unless you count last week at your mother's
Oh, I'll go on about it
'Cause you're living in the shade and I think you need a break
So would you come have sex at the funeral?
As a toast to the man down under