Fucking Machine



Musik: Mark/Klaus, Text: Mark.


She was looking for something
That she just couldn't find
A man to please her
All day and night

She had a desire 
No one could fill
A quenchless appetite
For kicks and thrills

Cruising the bars
Walking the streets
Vegetable department
On isle 13

Nothing could help
There was nothing she could do
Until she found it smiling
On page 22

The fucking machine
All chrome and black
Detachable heads
Rotating slack

The fucking machine
Vibrating heads
It would take her to paradise
And back again