Bjork :
He invites me
Oh , he invites me inside....inside his room
Offers....i take the offer
Offers me a seat on your sofa?
It's a nice sofa
A beautiful sofa
I like the color
And i sit down
Well, he shuts
He's shutting the door
He shuts the door
Locks it
He's locking it and i don't sit any longer
I don't sit any longer on his sofa
I lay....i lay
And he!
He is lying on the top of me
And he's forcing himself into my body
It's no fun!
Ohh!!
Ohh!!
I don't understand this rhythm
I don't understand this rhythm
I cant connect myself to it
I don't understand this rhythm
So, stop! turn slow
Ooohhh!!
Einar :
The threat of distraction
Let's go slow so fear
Push us over the cliff
And out of the way
'cause the threat of castration
Is too much for the sick little minds
The threat of castration
Lets them who fear
Cold the willies inside the trousers
And they see her
Christ and god
Aren't fucking that day
Weren't caught with our trousers down
Their fear
Leaves them sexless
A glance
I did not know that
The monster
Of the fear of castration
Push us of the cliff
The scare, the glance
Bjork :
I'm enjoying it
Can i fulfill your needs?
Einar :
The monster
They've got something
It disappears
Bjork :
Ohh!
Ohh!
Who am i sobbing?
I'm digging you!
Einar :
The threat of castration
Lets not go so fear
Push us over the cliff
And out of the way
The blood
Bjork :
You can sell your bloody soul
Einar :
The fear of castration...
Bjork :
Oh you're selling
Who are you selling?
You can sell your bloody soul!
I'm digging!
I'm digging!
I'm trying to break you!
I'm trying!
I'm trying too hard!
