Victorian Machinery

Jaded You're my victorian machinery Leave yourself to lie Later Your tender shape is pinning like the scenery Ride you like a bike You be the sailing baby I'll be the rudder We could make it all in 'Till it turns into butter I saw your face A seminal pleasure I will love you forever When I heeded your call in every heavy endeavour I'll keep your place Jaded Coming down the mouth you're like a buffalo In your eyes Crazy But then again I'll cook you like your you know Makes up for her size You be the sailing baby I'll be the rudder We could make it all in 'Till it turns into butter I saw your face A seminal pleasure I will feel you forever When I heeded your call in every heavy endeavour I'll keep your place Be yourself When I You be the shark shack And baby I'll be the desert There is nothing to like When there is nothing to measure It's all our space Whoooh You are my victorian machinery Nah nah nah nah nah Jaded Make a fist and knock me on the mood again Leave yourself to lie Later Make me feel like I want more than you again Rock me like the vibe Crazy Sing along just like they do in Budapest On the rise You be the shark shack And baby I'll be the desert There is nothing to like When there is nothing to measure It's all our space