Tight Globes Lyrics

Tight Globes lyrics

Blonde machine in yellow spacecar

zip your legs in smooth rubber

You
pass me and harass me

#1 is on the run



I saw you outta my
cave

you didn’t see me

you never see me



Ugliest affairs in
print

jumbled societies’ children

where’d you pop
in?



Blonde machine....



All the glands that you shoot
through

tight globes

international she goes out

fresh from the
sweat factory I’m in love tonight -

perhaps we’ll be best friends for a
week