|
Life was oh so, so erotic |
|
Somewhere deep inside his eyes |
|
Share a joke, drink a coke |
|
Tighten up your favourite clothes |
|
Lovers always |
|
Telling lies |
|
Maybe they're just outta time |
|
Dig a hole on your own |
|
satan's crawlin on my soul |
|
Turn around, face this way |
|
Better to avoid the rays |
|
Plastic hearts ignore the pain |
|
But oh, oh, oh mean Mr. Terror believe it |
|
Build me a queen with with your magnetic machine |
|
Hey Mr. Terror believe it |
|
Build me a queen with with your magnetic machine |
|
I want to be my subterranean queen |
|
Oh no, no, no natives are frightened away |
|
Oh no, no, no she's gonna blow you away |
|
Mean Mr. Terror believe it |
|
Build me a queen with your magnetic machine |
|
Mean Mr. Terror believe it |
|
Build me a queen with your bikini machine man |
|
I want you to be my subterranean queen |
