Mix it up and make it nice   Cussed it once and cussed it twice   Talking chrome and whispering steel   Escargot and lemon peel      Body language   Body language   Remove the bandage   Body language      Beasting lips and private art   Treat it like an auto part   Bored, ignored and charred too much   Now it's me who's out to lunch      Body language   Knee bone's let it   Martian landing   Body language      And I, claiming warm welcome, breast fed   Promises of buss lips and then sleep   Dreams of tossing, turning in the market rubble   Like a rat comfortable and secure in hell      Mouths never speaking, all inferred, deferred   Not even spluttered, never screamed or shouted   All that's long gone   Face dancing, body language      Plastic metic flush it harder   A cold Medusa working larder   Never try to touch me with out that thing   It's far too rusty, body language