מילים לשיר Automatic Lover – Theatre Of Tragedy

Don't you wanna end up with this mister?
Thinks you're not one of the smart ones
He is just being nice with his kisses and he
Say it darling
Doesn't seem like you want that kind of honey, honey To the first floor of your backroom door
From the automatic lover's store
From the window of the red lit shop
From the spinIn a freakTo the hopTo the bangAnd the runTo the first floor of your homeroom door
To the laughFrom the automatic lover's store
And the cryFrom the pleadTo the kneadTo the raging heart when she doesn't do her part
From the flush
He is just being nice with his kisses and he
Don't you wanna end up with this mister?
Thinks you're not one of the smart ones
Say it darling
Doesn't seem like you want that kind of honey, honey
Out the door
To the bawlFrom the drinkTo the rockTo the blinkFrom the rushTo the luckTo the second floor of your homeroom door
To the pleadAnd the kneadFrom the fugTo the hugTo the automatic lover's store
To the lickWhere it feelTo the electric trip of the perfect strip I owe you a goHey you are you ohNothing but an ohI owe you a kissy baby
Hey you are you ohI owe you a goNothing but an ohI owe you a kissy baby.