Bjork :      He invites me    Oh , he invites me inside....inside his room    Offers....I take the offer    Offers me a seat on your sofa?    It's a nice sofa    A beautiful sofa    I like the color    And I sit down    Well, he shuts    He's shutting the door    He shuts the door    Locks it    He's locking it and I don't sit any longer    I don't sit any longer on his sofa    I lay....I lay    And he!   He is lying on the top of me    And he's forcing himself into my body    It's no fun!       Ohh!!   Ohh!!   I don't understand this rhythm    I don't understand this rhythm    I cant connect myself to it    I don't understand this rhythm    so, Stop! turn slow   Ooohhh!!      Einar :      The threat of distraction    Let's go slow so fear    Push us over the cliff    And out of the way    'Cause the threat of castration    Is too much for the sick little minds    The threat of castration    Lets them who fear    Cold the willies inside the trousers    And they see her    Christ and God    Aren't fucking that day    Weren't caught with our trousers down    Their fear    Leaves them sexless    A glance    I did not know that    The monster    Of the fear of castration    Push us of the cliff    The scare, the glance       Bjork :      I'm enjoying it    Can I fulfill your needs?       Einar :      The monster    They've got something    It disappears       Bjork :      Ohh!    Ohh!    Who am I sobbing?    I'm digging you!       Einar :      The threat of castration    Lets not go so fear    Push us over the cliff    And out of the way    The blood       Bjork :       You can sell your bloody soul       Einar :       The fear of castration...       Bjork :      Oh you're selling   Who are you selling?   You can sell your bloody soul!   I'm digging!    I'm digging!    I'm trying to break you!    I'm trying!   I'm trying too hard!