Automatic Lover    Don't you wanna end up with this mister?  He is just being nice with his kisses and he  Thinks you're not one of the smart ones Say it darling  Doesn't seem like you want that kind of honey, honey  From the automatic lover's store To the first floor of your backroom door  From the spin-spin of the fickle swirl  In a freak-freak dance of the showroom girl  From the window of the red lit shop To the hop-hop of the fluid swap  To the bang-bang when the wallet's gone  And the run-run when the heat is on From the automatic lover's store  To the first floor of your homeroom door  And the cry-cry of your better half To the laugh-laugh at your minuscule staff  From the plead-plead when you really want in  To the knead-knead 'fore the blanket-spin  From the flush-flush of the bed-time art  To the raging heart when she doesn't do her part  Don't you wanna end up with this mister?  He is just being nice with his kisses and he  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-door to the dance-dance hall  To the bawl-bawl of the bar room brawl  From the drink-drink until on the floor  To the blink-blink of the girl next door  To the rock-rock until off the hinge  To the luck-luck to complete the binge  From the rush-rush when you're feeling bored  To the second floor of your homeroom door  To the plead-plead when you really want in  And the knead-knead 'fore the blanket-spin  From the fug-fug of the bedroom air  To the hug-hug of the professional lair  To the automatic lover's store  Where it feel-feels much less like a chore  To the lick-lick of the lipstick lip  To the electric trip of the perfect strip  Hey you are you oh-oh are you I owe you a go-go are you  Nothing but an oh-oh yeah  I owe you a kissy baby Hey you are you oh-oh are you  I owe you a go-go are you Nothing but an oh-oh yeah  I owe you a kissy baby.    these lyrics are submitted by botas