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