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

Ride the sainted
On the midnight train to
the sainted rhythms

Sweet in winter, sweet in
"Shake well before use," she
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
You're oh so dirty and the light, it my eyes
Here comes on crutches

"Call me wet trampoline," she today
Well I was too busy with my
"Shake well before use," she
But you never me anymore
I was listening for phone sex
Coming the back 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 on channel six
I get my on channel six

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

And here comes another God, here comes God
Like a buffalo thunder, with a smell of
And a velvet and designer voodoo
Well I got phone sex to see me through the in my 501s
dried with a new religion
And my stuffed back in my head

I get my kicks on six
The light it burns my eyes and I feel so
Here Christ on crutches

I'll be confused
Never be
They me confused
I will not be with another man
This pressure of

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

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