Текст песни Theatre Of Tragedy - Automatic Lover
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Don`t you wanna end up with this mister?He is just being nice with his kisses and heThinks you`re not one of the smart onesSay it darlingDoesn`t seem like you want that kind of honey, honeyFrom the automatic lover`s storeTo the first floor of your backroom doorFrom the spin-spin of the fickle swirlIn a freak-freak dance of the showroom girlFrom the window of the red lit shopTo the hop-hop of the fluid swapTo the bang-bang when the wallet`s goneAnd the run-run when the heat is onFrom the automatic lover`s storeTo the first floor of your homeroom doorAnd the cry-cry of your better halfTo the laugh-laugh at your minuscule staffFrom the plead-plead when you really want inTo the knead-knead `fore the blanket-spinFrom the flush-flush of the bed-time artTo the raging heart when she doesn`t do her partDon`t you wanna end up with this mister?He is just being nice with his kisses and heThinks you`re not one of the smart onesSay it darlingDoesn`t seem like you want that kind of honey, honeyOut the door-door to the dance-dance hallTo the bawl-bawl of the bar room brawlFrom the drink-drink until on the floorTo the blink-blink of the girl next doorTo the rock-rock until off the hingeTo the luck-luck to complete the bingeFrom the rush-rush when you`re feeling boredTo the second floor of your homeroom doorTo the plead-plead when you really want inAnd the knead-knead `fore the blanket-spinFrom the fug-fug of the bedroom airTo the hug-hug of the professional lairTo the automatic lover`s storeWhere it feel-feels much less like a choreTo the lick-lick of the lipstick lipTo the electric trip of the perfect stripHey you are you oh-oh are you I owe you a go-go are youNothing but an oh-oh yeahI owe you a kissy babyHey you are you oh-oh are youI owe you a go-go are youNothing but an oh-oh yeahI owe you a kissy baby.