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'll 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'll 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 saw…
You'll be the shack,
And baby I'll be the desert.
There is nothing to like,
When there is nothing to measure,
It's all our space.
You are my victorian machinery.
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'll be the shark,
And baby I'll be the dessert.
There is nothing to like,
When there is nothing to measure,
It's all our space.