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

the sainted rhythms
On the train to Romford
Ride the sainted

in winter, sweet in rain
"Shake well before use," she
You never touch me 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 blinds my
Here Christ on crutches

"Call me wet trampoline," she today
Well I was too with my hand
"Shake well before use," she
But you touch me anymore
I was busy listening for sex
Coming through the back in skin tight trunks
And we all mental and danced

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 electricity
And the light blinds my eyes and I feel
And the light blinds my eyes and I 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 velvet tongue and voodoo
Well I got sex to see me through the emptiness in my 501s
Freeze dried with a new
And my stuffed back in my head

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

I'll never be
be confused
They 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 screen
Disappearing down the tube on Farringdon Street
whiplash Willy, the motor psycho

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