enjoy your fame Love me, love me, love me, sex machine I'm guaranteed to make you moan and scream Love me, love me, love me, sex machine I'm guaranteed
boy, I love you so Never, ever, ever gonna let you go Once I get my hands on you (Luv me, luv me, luv me sex machine) Ooh boy, I love you son Never,
, Yan, ya, ya Stereo, video, sci-fi sex, let's go-go-go, let's go Oh, Saturn dreams, laser beams 21st century sex machines Oh, can the Cartier toss the
can bench-press a car I'm an ex-football star With degrees from both Harvard & Yale. Girls just can't keep up, I'm a real love machine. I've had far better sex
Ops, let her drive my Chevy-Box to the corner store Rockin Adidas flip-flops, and some J-Crew Argyle socks, now watch them speed bumps Love don't fuck
Madchild love it when a plan come together, Teflon vest on my chest like whatever. Words fit together like drugs and fiends, Full flippin and machine
love de woman and mi serve dem dere wildest dreams I know you feel this Your cry is like a mere mortal Zulu man is like a sex machine Lawd have mercy
fools how we do this on that west side 'Cause you and I know it's tha best side Yeah, that's right West Coast, West Coast Uh, California Love, California love
the little yellow girls with the slanted eyes I wrap a bow around my dick and then I yell surprise And to the sista's, and to the sista's I love it
I knock the pussy out, knock it out, knock it out When it's time for round three, strap on another glove T.K.O., now the hoe all in love She love to
eyes You got between your thighs from fuckin' to many guys And yet still you play the sweet role but we know That you juggle dicks like slot machines
The machine They're here now, but then they're gone Where they at? I don't know Ay, oh, they hit the door That kinda friend I gotta let go A superfriend
futari kiri sa Refrain ---------------------------------------- 2 people's relationship 2 people's system 2 people's contract 2 people's violence 2 people love
whole Absolution I am Love is life Life is love Love is pain Pain is death Agony and ecstasy Your cries of pain my pleasure To know my machine internally
, you were topless, Mama Oh yes, your music means a lot to me But your face and your body, they drive me crazy The only love that exists to me is sex
the sheets, i ask one favor baby, dont you roll on top of me shes my frisko queen, a non-stop love machine, on the scene, like a sex machine one more
you into bed I'd love to see what makes you tick inside your pretty head I'd love to hear you laugh tonight, I'd love to hear you weep I'd love to listen