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Theatre Of Tragedy ~ Automatic Lover
| Don't you wanna end up with this mister? He is just being nice with his kisses and he Thinks you're not one of the smart ones Say it darling Doesn't seem like you want that kind of honey, honey From the automatic lover's store To the first floor of your backroom door From the spin-spin of the fickle swirl In a freak-freak dance of the showroom girl From the window of the red lit shop To the hop-hop of the fluid swap To the bang-bang when the wallet's gone And the run-run when the heat is on From the automatic lover's store To the first floor of your homeroom door And the cry-cry of your better half To the laugh-laugh at your minuscule staff From the plead-plead when you really want in To the knead-knead 'fore the blanket-spin From the flush-flush of the bed-time art To the raging heart when she doesn't do her part Don't you wanna end up with this mister? He is just being nice with his kisses and he Thinks you're not one of the smart ones Say it darling Doesn't seem like you want that kind of honey, honey Out the door-door to the dance-dance hall To the bawl-bawl of the bar room brawl From the drink-drink until on the floor To the blink-blink of the girl next door To the rock-rock until off the hinge To the luck-luck to complete the binge From the rush-rush when you're feeling bored To the second floor of your homeroom door To the plead-plead when you really want in And the knead-knead 'fore the blanket-spin From the fug-fug of the bedroom air To the hug-hug of the professional lair To the automatic lover's store Where it feel-feels much less like a chore To the lick-lick of the lipstick lip To the electric trip of the perfect strip Hey you are you oh-oh are you I owe you a go-go are you Nothing but an oh-oh yeah I owe you a kissy baby Hey you are you oh-oh are you I owe you a go-go are you Nothing but an oh-oh yeah I owe you a kissy baby. more free lyrics |