New Sex - Music Redcar, Lyrics Leaf
Deep down you crave the new smell, the new touch
Try anything once, sample twice, never too much
It’s breath is short and gasping
Hungers for the air in spring
Dreaming of the new sex,
Lost in a frantic stare.
The future is looking bright, fulfilled promises
Hold free creation, smothered in kisses
No desire to respond,
Free from your mortal embrace
You’ve created the new sex
It loves the leather, craves the lace
Like a shelley monster,
Your future vision did revolt
A genderless love machine
With storm’s passion and thunderbolt
The people all shout their feelings, chant their fears
Could not accept a blending of the straights and queers
You were so determined
New sex the final blender
You scream up to the heavens,
They shall call you DOWNWITHGENDER
New Sex
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tonetripper
- Goldman
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- Kapitano
- Attlee
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Was that you in the dark
Getting in a stranger's car?
Was that you in the dark
Getting in a stranger's car?
Eye contact then connect
But does your wife suspect?
There's no thought of wrong or right
I'm going there again tonight
There's no thought of wrong or right
I'm going there again tonight
Who was that in your room?
A close friend I presume
Who was that in your room?
A close friend I presume
It's not true love we seek
No names, no need to speak
There's no thought of wrong or right
I'm going there again tonight
There's no thought of wrong or right
I'm going there again tonight
Getting in a stranger's car?
Was that you in the dark
Getting in a stranger's car?
Eye contact then connect
But does your wife suspect?
There's no thought of wrong or right
I'm going there again tonight
There's no thought of wrong or right
I'm going there again tonight
Who was that in your room?
A close friend I presume
Who was that in your room?
A close friend I presume
It's not true love we seek
No names, no need to speak
There's no thought of wrong or right
I'm going there again tonight
There's no thought of wrong or right
I'm going there again tonight
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Freudian Slip
- Karski
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Sez Howard Sijac Lyrics by me, Music by J$
Some are from Venus
Some are from Mars
The only thing I wanna know
Hey where do you come from?
If you’re into feelin free
Just pay the subscription fee
Which ways innuendo no
As Tub Girl explodes on the screen
(If you know what I mean)
Good credit can fuck you
Right over the phone
So much of this new sex
Till you can't tell what's coming next
It's a hell of a ride,
how far do you wanna go?
Cuz there’s teledildonics
Or we can have phun with phonics
And if it’s Tuesday it’s Belgium
Which ways innuendo no
It’s not all just Hide and Seek
And more than just tongue in cheek
It's a hell of a ride,
how far do you wanna go?
And you can get cyber. Get furry,
And if you’re not in a hurry
You could lay it all bare
Work your way down from there
Hell and even the Dairy Queen’s
Somethin more than it usta mean
Could somebody tell me
which way the wind blows?
Cuz if you can picture it
Find way to make it fit
There’s new sex to take you (there)
How far do you wanna go?
Some are from Venus
Some are from Mars
The only thing I wanna know
Hey where do you come from?
Some are from Mars
The only thing I wanna know
Hey where do you come from?
If you’re into feelin free
Just pay the subscription fee
Which ways innuendo no
As Tub Girl explodes on the screen
(If you know what I mean)
Good credit can fuck you
Right over the phone
So much of this new sex
Till you can't tell what's coming next
It's a hell of a ride,
how far do you wanna go?
Cuz there’s teledildonics
Or we can have phun with phonics
And if it’s Tuesday it’s Belgium
Which ways innuendo no
It’s not all just Hide and Seek
And more than just tongue in cheek
It's a hell of a ride,
how far do you wanna go?
And you can get cyber. Get furry,
And if you’re not in a hurry
You could lay it all bare
Work your way down from there
Hell and even the Dairy Queen’s
Somethin more than it usta mean
Could somebody tell me
which way the wind blows?
Cuz if you can picture it
Find way to make it fit
There’s new sex to take you (there)
How far do you wanna go?
Some are from Venus
Some are from Mars
The only thing I wanna know
Hey where do you come from?
To Do Is To Be. --Socrates
To Be Is To Do. --Plato
DoBeDoBe, DoBeDo --Sinatra
I could 'see' you-- humming away (a few pill bottles on the sideboard)...But it just didn’t measure up to the insanity that is Freudian Slip...
To Be Is To Do. --Plato
DoBeDoBe, DoBeDo --Sinatra
I could 'see' you-- humming away (a few pill bottles on the sideboard)...But it just didn’t measure up to the insanity that is Freudian Slip...
