Waiting For Sex by Erasure
(A. Bell / V. Clarke)
Oh la, oh la la la
Oh la la la, oh la la la, oh la la la
Whatever you say has no effect
On my sense of well-being, I reject
The savage words, that issue forth,
Without meaning.
If you're waiting for sex, then stand in line.
It's merely an extra, you invade my inner space,
And I tear out your guts for garters.
Your eloquence is nothing more than a hearsay.
Your intelligence leaves much to be desired.
Oh, you leave me restless,
You leave me starblind.
Step in to my world, (world)
And I will give you a garland of roses. (give... roses)
We'll taste the heavy scent, (scent)
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