i don't want any more of you than your skin
i won't let your information in
it's not about those things
i hold you like Harlow's monkeys cling
you're a prosthetic for my stump darling
don't worry darling
i know you don't want me to care
you want so much and no more of me there
no darkness no salt no underwear
nothing it takes work to share
just turn me on i'm a mod con don't bother with repair
don't worry darling
i admire the way you know how i feel
no need to talk to me that's not the deal
choose what we do because you're scared of we
baby your doublethink's much more tricky than me
just concentrate on keeping it nasty
maybe it's your view of ladies
maybe my face has different ideas to me
i don't know why you think you're more than medication to me
an injection, a correction, not a surgical connection
(though you can wear the facemask if you want)
don't worry darling,
i know i wouldn't fit with you.
i just take the benefits of you
and I have real friends for real ends.
