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Sweet in winter, in rain
"Shake well before use," she
You never touch me anymore way
Connector in, out
You let me in through the door

Ride the sainted
On the midnight train to
Ride the sainted

Sweet in winter, sweet in
"Shake well use," she said
You touch me anymore this way
Oh no, connector, connector, connector,
a connector, connector, connector, connector

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

"Call me wet trampoline," she said
Well I was too busy my hand
"Shake well use," she said
But you touch me anymore
I was busy listening for sex
Coming through the door in skin tight trunks
And we all mental 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 electricity
And the blinds my eyes and I feel dirty
And the light blinds my eyes and I feel so shaken in my
comes Christ on crutches

And comes another God, here comes another God
Like a buffalo thunder, 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 a new religion
And my stuffed back in my head

I get my kicks on six
The light it my eyes and I feel so dirty
Here comes on crutches

I'll never be
Never be
They me confused
I will not be confused another man
This of opinions

"Lighten up, to your eyes," you said
But all I could see was Doris Day in a big satellite
Disappearing down the tube on Farringdon Street
With whiplash Willy, the motor

Tthe light it burns my
And the light it burns my
I get my kicks on six
I get my kicks on six
I get my on channel 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