It’s Psychological lyrics

So when you find a girl, the perfect kind of girl
And your feelings grow distinctly biological
You think your hot for, but your not for
It's psychological

What a kick you get and, oh how quick you get
In your fingers this desire to be misogical
When you define that it's just a sign that
It's psychological

Love is a question of mental suggestion
Strictly cereberal you'll find
Sex is a thorey, consider it deary
Merely a matter of mine

When I envelope you, its just a hell accused
But the opper-thing and mani-pedi-dogical*
For goodness sakes dear
Give me the breaks dear
Be psychological

*alternate lyrics: "And the obvious in manifesting gonicals"