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Sweet in winter, in rain
"Shake well use," she said
You touch me anymore this way
Connector in, out
You let me in through the back

the sainted rhythms
On the train to Romford
the sainted rhythms

Sweet in winter, sweet in
"Shake well before use," she
You never touch me anymore way
Oh no, connector, connector, connector,
You're a connector, connector, connector,

And I'm so dirty and the light my eyes
You're oh so dirty and the light, it blinds my
comes Christ on crutches

"Call me wet trampoline," she today
Well I was too with my hand
"Shake before use," she said
But you never touch me
I was listening for phone sex
Coming through the back door in skin tight
And we all went and danced

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

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

And comes another God, here 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
Freeze dried a new religion
And my stuffed back in my head

I get my on channel six
The light it my eyes and I feel so dirty
Here Christ on crutches

I'll be confused
be confused
They me confused
I not be confused with another man
This of opinions

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

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