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Sweet in winter, sweet in
"Shake well before use," she
You never me anymore this way
Connector in, out
You let me in through the back

the sainted rhythms
On the midnight to Romford
the sainted rhythms

Sweet in winter, sweet in
"Shake before use," she said
You never touch me anymore way
Oh no, connector, connector, connector,
You're a connector, connector, connector,

And I'm so and the light blinds my eyes
You're oh so dirty and the light, it blinds my
comes Christ on crutches

"Call me wet trampoline," she today
Well I was too with my hand
"Shake well before use," she
But you never me anymore
I was listening for phone sex
Coming through the back door in skin tight
And we all went mental and

I get my kicks on six
I get my on channel six
I get my on channel six
I get my kicks on six

To the off peak
And the light blinds my and I feel dirty
And the blinds my eyes and I feel so shaken in my faith
Here Christ on crutches

And here comes God, here comes another God
Like a buffalo thunder, with a of sugar
And a tongue and designer voodoo
Well I got phone sex to see me through the emptiness in my
Freeze dried a new religion
And my teeth back in my head

I get my on channel six
The it burns my eyes and I feel so dirty
Here Christ on crutches

never be confused
Never be
They me confused
I not be confused with another man
This of opinions

"Lighten up, listen to your eyes," you
But all I see was Doris Day in a big screen satellite
Disappearing down the hole on Farringdon Street
With Willy, the motor psycho

light it burns my eyes
And the it burns my eyes
I get my kicks on six
I get my kicks on six
I get my kicks on six
I get my kicks on six
I get my kicks on six
I get my kicks on six
I get my kicks on six