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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

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

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

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

I get my on channel six
I get my on channel six
I get my kicks on 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
comes Christ on crutches

And here comes another God, here comes God
Like a thunder, with a smell of sugar
And a velvet and designer voodoo
Well I got phone sex to see me through the in my 501s
dried with 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 confused with 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 on Farringdon Street
With Willy, the motor psycho

Tthe light it 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 kicks on six
I get my kicks on six
I get my on channel six