Sweet in winter, sweet in "Shake well before use," she You never touch me anymore way in, receiver out You let me in through the door
Ride the rhythms On the midnight to Romford Ride the sainted
Sweet in winter, in rain "Shake before use," she said 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 oh so dirty and the light, it blinds my eyes Here comes on crutches
"Call me wet trampoline," she today I was too busy with my hand "Shake before use," she said But you touch me anymore I was listening for phone sex Coming through the back door in 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 kicks on six
To the off peak And the blinds my eyes and I feel dirty And the light blinds my eyes and I feel so in my faith Here Christ on crutches
And comes another God, here comes another God Like a buffalo thunder, with a of sugar And a velvet and designer voodoo Well I got sex to see me through the emptiness in my 501s Freeze dried a new religion And my teeth stuffed 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 They left me 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 hole on Farringdon Street whiplash Willy, the motor psycho
Tthe light it burns my And the it burns my eyes I get my kicks on six 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