He's a muscleman, such a muscleman Muscle up to him, he'll let you rub his tan He's a muscleman, such a muscleman Muscle in with him, he'll let you hold
I'm gonna drive my motorbike to heaven I'm gonna slice a lemon in two and when the charcoal's burning bright We'll be there in heaven I'm gonna fly my
Hit the mission abort button Coitus interrupt us Tried to leave the world free spinning Someone surely stopped us Wait a day Second engine is okay Here
I walk about and then I wake up I scream and shout before I wake up But the thing is I'm aware of this hell You go to bed waiting for my yell You ask
I'm so young and curvy at the hips You can't wait to kiss my rosy lips Hold me in between your finger tips But It's you that I've got in my grip Chorus
Say it's not so I can't even chant in the bath I'm so alone, I'm coming home I need the warmth of the hearth The antique phone Here comes the hearth
Don't take me there tonight To the shepherd's isle They say there's people walking In toweling dressing gowns, awaiting trial I don't want to go I don
Step outside the house and leg it into town It's snowing now, the air is growing cold I rubbed the dirt and stared in through the windowpane I almost
The king of love sits in a field with his head in his hands Says it's alright, in fact it's the way it was planned We don't love his face, we don't love
Space looks good today It doesn't really change Looking up from fifth street The moon's within your range Space looks good today Take us for a ride I
I met a man yesterday, The sludge of love was in his way What do you say about that ? what do you say ? What do you say about that ? say you what do ?
Everyone is twisted Except the girl with the funny tattoo on her ankle Funny tattoo on her knee, (I wish it was me) Money and pleasure make me tick, Enough
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Get a boy with a toy He'll never cease to amaze you And every time he makes you smile He'll never cease to please you So get a boy as a toy He'll never
Everyone is twisted Except the girl with the funny tattoo on her ankle Funny tattoo on her knee, (I wish it was me) Money and pleasure make me tick,
I've got an itch that I can't fix I'm gonna get your mother To mix me a drink Just think She takes my hand to put it up her skirt I'll call you up to
In the 1920's a man with a box came to stay In the 1930's the man with a box went away In the 1940's a man with a box went berserk In the 1950's the man