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