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!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
