Interpret:

Theatre of Tragedy

Album:

Assembly

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.