Victorian Machinery

Jaded

You're my victorian machinery

Leave yourself to lie

Lady

Your tender shape is pinning like the scenery

Ride you like a bike

You be the sail and, 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 endeavor

I'll keep your place

Jaded

Coming down the mouth, you're like a buffalo

See it in your eyes

Crazy

But then again I'll cook you like you want to know

Makes up for her size

You be the sail and, 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 endeavor

I'll keep your place

Be yourself

When I saw it

You be the shark and, baby, I'll be the desert

There is nothing to like

When there is nothing to measure

It's all our space, woo

You're my victorian machinery

(Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah) Woo

Jaded

Make a fist and knock me on the mood again

Leave yourself to lie

Jaded

Make me feel like I want more than you again

Rock me like the vibe

Crazy

Sing along just like they do in Budapest

Rock you  on the rise

You be the shark and, baby, I'll be the desert

There is nothing to like

When there is nothing to measure

It's all our space