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, sexy

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 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

Do you like it yeah?

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 sexy

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 strip of the perfect trip

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 sexy

Doesn't seem like you want that kind of honey, honey

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.