Twenty Minutes to Make Love © Andy Sloan

Twenty minutes to make love
And then it’s sushi time
I know it’s not enough
We’re gonna have to stop on a dime
‘Cause we’ve got
Twenty minutes to make love
And then it’s sushi time

I can’t give you what you want
You’ll have to settle for a snack
Since we opened this restaurant
We can’t spend too much time in the sack

Don’t want the fish to go bad
Don’t wanna make the customers mad
They count on it being fresh
So we can’t spend our time in the flesh

Come Monday, we’ll be closed
And somehow, I suppose
We’ll have more than twenty minutes
We’ll make love until we’re finished
Yeah we’ll close the party room for a private event
Make boom boom till we’re spent

Hot love, cold fish
We can’t do everything we wish
Outta time, outta breath
We gotta work quickly like a sushi chef (cuz we’ve got)

Twenty minutes to make love
And then it’s sushi time
Twenty minutes to make love
And then it’s sushi, then it’s pizza, then it’s taco time