bikini machine

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 theyre just outta time
Dig a hole on your own
satans 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 shes 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