The average male sees 10,000 sexual images per day in print, broadcast, and outdoor media. It's a miracle that any of us are able to function. Now we lost our train of thought.

Lyrics

I’m just trying to make it through my day,
But I see images along the way,
Hemispheres and cylinders I guess you could say,
Geometric shapes and I just want to play.

Dew-covered grasses and rolling hills of sand,
I just want to stop and touch ‘em with my hand,
Share your beauty and I’ll finally feel fine,
Freezing that moment in space and in time.

Titillation,
You and your titillation.

Every seven seconds I’m almost on the verge,
Of talking about this reproductive urge,
You’re making me feel like I’m out of my league,
How will I deal with rejection fatigue?

I like how you look but not how you act,
Why don’t you just say who you’re trying to attract?
Better not speak or I’ll probably fail,
Losing my livelihood or landing in jail.

Titillation,
You and your titillation.

I don’t care if you dress like a man,
Grunt and spit and cuss like a man,
Leg hair, arm hair, don’t give a damn,
I’m still gonna want you that’s just who I am.

Titillation,
You and your titillation.