Sex Machine

She was a sex machine

In the seventies

But something went wrong in between

And she got confused

She used up her best resources

Her marriages and divorces

So much for intercourse

Itís such a shame

 

And I donít want to blow your cover when youíre cominí clean

I just want to be your lover

Sex machine

 

So you buried his balls in the garden

And I can hear him begginí your pardon

But since the day that you saw them

Well nothing seems right

No matter how long you can keep him

Or hit him while heís lying there sleepiní

You make believe heís never out creepiní

Heís making love while youíre lyiní there weepiní

 

I donít want to blow your cover when youíre cominí clean

I just want to be your lover

Sex machine