Dont you wanna end up with this mister?

He is just being nice with his kisses and he

Thinks youre not one of the smart ones

Say it darling

Doesnt 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 wallets 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 doesnt do her part



Dont you wanna end up with this mister?

He is just being nice with his kisses and he

Thinks youre not one of the smart ones

Say it darling

Doesnt 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 youre 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

-acapo