The Battle of Good and Beaver: Sex, Sex, Sex: the Number of My Beast

Counting my blessings
Let the light shine through
Counting my blessings
Since I first saw you
Counting my blessings
As I feel your kiss
Counting my blessings
Just like this
One — night with you
Two — tame that shrew
Three — times I pop
Four — I can never stop
Five in the morning I feel so alive
At five alive, five alive, now count the rest with me
Sex, sex, sex
The number of my beast
Sex, sex, sex
The number that will please… me
Counting my blessings
As I touch your thigh
Counting my blessings
As I prod most high
Counting my blessings
Hell is heaven sent
Counting my blessings
Over and over again
One — more time we go
Two — heaven with a hearty groan
Three — hours later then again I ask
Four — the pleasure of that simple task
Fve times a day I need it please
That three digit number you do to me
Sex, sex, sex
The number of my beast
Sex, sex, sex
The number that will please
Sex, sex, sex
The number of my beast
Sex, sex, sex
The number that will please… me