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 they're just outta time Dig a hole on your own Satan's crawlin on my soul Turn around, face this way Better to avoid the rays Plastic heart ignore the pain But oh, oh, oh, oh mean Mr. Terror believe it Build me a queen with your magnetic machine Hey Mr.Terror believe it Build me a queen with your bikini machine Man I want to be my subterranean queen Oh no, no, no natives are frightened away Oh no, no, no she's 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
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