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 rhythms On the midnight to Romford Ride the rhythms
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 blinds my You're oh so and the light, it blinds my eyes Here comes on crutches
"Call me wet trampoline," she today Well I was too busy my hand "Shake well use," she said But you never touch me I was busy for phone sex Coming through the back 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 peak 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 another God, here another God Like a buffalo thunder, with a of sugar And a velvet and designer voodoo Well I got phone sex to see me through the in my 501s Freeze with a new religion And my teeth back in my head
I get my kicks on six The it burns my eyes and I feel so dirty Here comes Christ on
never be confused Never be left me confused I not be confused with another man pressure of opinions
"Lighten up, listen to your eyes," you 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 it burns my eyes I get my on channel 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 on channel six I get my kicks on six