Get up, get on up Stay on the scene, like a sex machine Wait a minute! Shake your arm, then use your form Stay on the scene like a sex machine You got
the scene, (get on up), like a sex machine, (get on up) Get up, (get on up) Get up, (get on up) Stay on the scene, (get on up), like a sex machine, (
on it My little baby is a sex machine My little baby does it just like I want it My little baby is a sex machine Start her motor Rev her up slowly and
Sex Machine You put me on top of my ecstasy We're heading for disaster Sex Machine - Ooohhh! You're my sex machine - Ooh! Aaah! Ooaaaahh! You're my sex machine
is pouring From you still Sex appeal it's a lover's embrace Sex appeal it's the thrill of the chase Sex appeal something you have places That looks so inviting Sex
vas a ser mi shorty, my love. Sex Machine, I am the sex machine. Sex Machine, I am the sex machine. Hey!, baby, I am the sex machine, Jadiel, el Incomparable
up Get up, get on up Stay on the scene, like a sex machine Wait a minute! Shake your arm, then use your form Stay on the scene like a sex machine
miniskirt was very short Red lipstick and blond hair cut She never forget her, Special foundation Which resist over all....double penetration! refrain Sex for the money! Money for sex
it on the line And your body tastes like fire and ice With another push I'm gonna... get it inside [Chorus:] Sex religion Sex religion machine Let me
dream Now it's all about the cream You can call me the machine Call me the machine Gon call me the machine Call me the machine Yea call me the machine
Get up Get on up Stay on the scene Get on up Like a sex machine Get on up Get up Get on up Get up Get on up Stay on the scene Get on up Like a sex machine
(konishi) Translators: jun yamashiro and david kamil Futari no kankei Futari no system Futari no keiyaku Futari no bouryoku Futari wa aishiatte Nikushimiai
is a sex machine Sex machine Sex machine My little baby is a sex machine Sex machine Sex machine My little baby is a sex machine
Join the cubs, see the world Pay your subs, meet the girls Sell your toys be reborn They love a boy in uniform 37 wasted years Closeting his greatest
When Harry met Bob Bob was an anarchist Harry had a job Working for the government Married to the M.O.D. Bob, he chose Adidas Harry found God Bobby lost
I've lost a truly special friend I swear I'll never drink again I'd like to talk to you alone If I could walk, I'd walk you home I'd like to kiss you
He is the People's poet and all the people know it They've read his published stories in public lavatories In town and country locals he's Mr. Antisocial