Victorian Machinery Jaded You're my victorian machinery Leave yourself to lie Later Your tender shape is pinning like the scenery Ride you like a bike You be the sailing baby, I'll be the rudder We could make it all in 'Till it turns into butter I saw your face A seminal pleasure, I will love you forever When I heeded your call in every heavy endeavour I'll keep your place Jaded Coming down the mouth, you're like a buffalo In your eyes Crazy But then again, I'll cook you like your you know Makes up for her size You be the sailing baby, I'll be the rudder We could make it all in 'Till it turns into butter I saw your face A seminal pleasure, I will feel you forever When I heeded your call in every heavy endeavour I'll keep your place Be yourself When I You be the shark (shack) And baby I'll be the desert There is nothing to like When there is nothing to measure It's all our space Whoooh You are