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Sweet in winter, sweet in
"Shake before use," she said
You never touch me this way
Connector in, out
You let me in through the door

the sainted rhythms
On the midnight train to
Ride the sainted

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 blinds my eyes
oh so dirty and the light, it blinds my eyes
Here Christ on crutches

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

I get my kicks on 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 my eyes and I feel dirty
And the light my eyes and I feel so shaken in my faith
Here comes Christ on

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

I get my on channel 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 with another man
This pressure of

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

light it burns my eyes
And the light it burns my
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
I get my on channel six