Black silk sheets, they roll at midnight,
You're trying to shock- but instead
This tired man is longing for his bed,
Gonna place a pillow beneath my head.

You're so much more attractive,
Each time you play the virgin.

Each time you play the virgin,
I sense true passion and fire.
My instincts catch fire.
I get higher.
This notion rules my desire.

I'm tired of scandals in the twilight,
She was acting like a whore, yeah!
Is this some act? Some dour pantomime?
Are you just trying to blind my wandering eye?

You're so much more attractive,
Each time you play the virgin.

Each time you play the virgin,
I sense true passion and fire.
My instincts catch fire.
I get higher.
This notion rules my desire.

Oh, oh-oh...

White satin sheets caress us after twilight;
The china shop bull is dead,
These eager hands are roaming over her,
That's a lovely halo on your head.

You're so much more attractive,
Each time you play the virgin.

Each time you play the virgin,
I sense true passion and fire.
My instincts catch fire.
I get higher.
This notion rules my desire.
Each time you play the virgin,
I sense true passion and fire.
My instincts catch fire.
I get higher.
This notion rules my desire.