Song lyrics Automatic lover by Theatre Of Tragedy

Don´t you wanna end up with this mister?
He is just being nice with his kisses and he
Thinks you´re not one of the smart ones
Say it darling
Doesn´t seem like you want that kind of honey, honey

From the automatic lover´s store
To the first floor of your backroom door
From the spin-spin of the fickle swirl
In a freak-freak dance of the showroom girl
From the window of the red lit shop
To the hop-hop of the fluid swap
To the bang-bang when the wallet´s gone
And the run-run when the heat is on
From the automatic lover´s store
To the first floor of your homeroom door
And the cry-cry of your better half
To the laugh-laugh at your minuscule staff
From the plead-plead when you really want in
To the knead-knead ´fore the blanket-spin
From the flush-flush of the bed-time art
To the raging heart when she doesn´t do her part

Don´t you wanna end up with this mister?
He is just being nice with his kisses and he
Thinks you´re not one of the smart ones
Say it darling
Doesn´t seem like you want that kind of honey, honey

Out the door-door to the dance-dance hall
To the bawl-bawl of the bar room brawl
From the drink-drink until on the floor
To the blink-blink of the girl next door
To the rock-rock until off the hinge
To the luck-luck to complete the binge
From the rush-rush when you´re feeling bored
To the second floor of your homeroom door
To the plead-plead when you really want in
And the knead-knead ´fore the blanket-spin
From the fug-fug of the bedroom air
To the hug-hug of the professional lair
To the automatic lover´s store
Where it feel-feels much less like a chore
To the lick-lick of the lipstick lip
To the electric trip of the perfect strip

Hey you are you oh-oh are you
I owe you a go-go are you
Nothing but an oh-oh yeah
I owe you a kissy baby
Hey you are you oh-oh are you
I owe you a go-go are you
Nothing but an oh-oh yeah
I owe you a kissy baby