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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 back

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 anymore way
Oh no, connector, connector, connector,
You're a connector, connector, connector,

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

"Call me wet trampoline," she today
Well I was too busy with my
"Shake well before use," she
But you touch me anymore
I was listening for phone sex
Coming through the back door in skin tight
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 light my eyes and I feel dirty
And the light blinds my eyes and I feel so shaken in my
Here Christ on crutches

And comes another God, here comes another God
Like a buffalo thunder, a smell of sugar
And a velvet tongue and voodoo
Well I got phone sex to see me through the emptiness in my
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 Christ on crutches

I'll be confused
Never be
left me confused
I not be confused with another man
pressure of opinions

"Lighten up, listen to eyes," you said
But all I see was Doris Day in a big screen satellite
Disappearing down the tube on Farringdon Street
whiplash Willy, the motor psycho

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