Confused

 You may call me a perv
You may think I’m a letch
Maybe my mind is misguided
As like a dog it’s trained to fetch
Maybe I am fetching the wrong bone
Maybe I've forgotten what's right
Maybe I am answering the wrong phone
Maybe the skin on my heads on too tight
It feels like I have mince for a brain
I feel this constant irritating itch
You’re driving me fuckin insane
If you’d only stop being a bitch

All I said was:
A change is as good as a rest
Lots of times I’ve seen you undressed
But rarely have I seen you unstressed
So now I would like to sit fully dressed
Maybe even fully stressed
To watch you get unstressed
Whilst you’re still fully dressed
Does that make me sad?
Does that make me bad?
I know you’re not amused
I know you’re feeling used
But I’m bemused
I’m confused
I am vexed
Undersexed
No longer interested in sex
I’ve become slightly more complex
It’s simply just a fact
I want to watch you just relax
So you get unstressed
Then I’ll get unstressed
Then you’ll get undressed
And I’ll get undressed
Then, maybe, we’ll have
Some unstressed, undressed sex