Victorian Machinery
JadedYou're my victorian machineryLeave yourself to lieLaterYour tender shape is pinning like the sceneryRide you like a bike
You be the sailing baby, I'll be the rudderWe could make it all in'Till it turns into butterI saw your faceA seminal pleasure, I will love you foreverWhen I heeded your call in every heavy endeavourI'll keep your place
JadedComing down the mouth, you're like a buffaloIn your eyesCrazyBut then again, I'll cook you like your you knowMakes up for her size
You be the sailing baby, I'll be the rudderWe could make it all in'Till it turns into butterI saw your faceA seminal pleasure, I will feel you foreverWhen I heeded your call in every heavy endeavourI'll keep your placeBe yourselfWhen IYou be the shark (shack)And baby I'll be the desertThere is nothing to likeWhen there is nothing to measureIt's all our spaceWhoooh
You are my victorian machineryNah nah nah nah nahJadedMake a fist and knock me on the mood againLeave yourself to lieLaterMake me feel like I want more than you againRock me like the vibeCrazySing along just like they do in BudapestOn the rise
You be the shark (shack)And baby I'll be the desertThere is nothing to likeWhen there is nothing to measureIt's all our space