Sweet in winter, sweet in "Shake well before use," she You never touch me this way Connector in, out You let me in through the door
Ride the sainted On the midnight to Romford Ride the rhythms
Sweet in winter, sweet in "Shake well before use," she You never me anymore this way Oh no, connector, connector, connector, a connector, connector, connector, connector
And I'm so dirty and the light my eyes You're oh so and the light, it blinds my eyes Here Christ on crutches
"Call me wet trampoline," she today I was too busy with my hand "Shake well before use," she But you never touch me I was listening for phone sex Coming through the door in skin tight trunks And we all went and danced
I get my on channel six I get my kicks on six I get my kicks on six I get my kicks on six
To the off peak And the light blinds my eyes and I feel And the light blinds my eyes and I feel so in my faith Here Christ on crutches
And here comes another God, here another God a buffalo thunder, with a smell of sugar And a tongue and designer voodoo Well I got phone sex to see me through the in my 501s Freeze dried with a new And my stuffed back in my head
I get my kicks on six The it burns my eyes and I feel so dirty Here Christ on crutches
I'll be confused Never be left me confused I will not be confused with man This of opinions
"Lighten up, listen to eyes," you said But all I could see was Doris Day in a big satellite Disappearing down the tube hole on Street With Willy, the motor psycho
light it burns my eyes And the light it burns my I get my on channel six I get my kicks on six I get my kicks on six I get my on channel six I get my on channel six I get my kicks on six I get my on channel six