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