Weird Bed &/or Yes Please Songtext
von Joe Hawley

Try our simulator said the death engineer
Would it stimulate her any more than what′s here?
Vibrating the bed became a swirling vortex
Johnnying the depths of fun and girling cortex
Yes, please

I am only velveteen she said with a flair
Fear not any pain for which I am unprepared
Icicled the larynx slid a tongue into me


Come and dance she teased as if we hadn't been hit
Handling waist we hard tried not to let go of it
Rolling overcomers past alternative will
Heads expecting former gratification but still
Yes, please

Stopped at they were hanging on for ninesome by gosh
Buskers splayed all blood on 3rd Street Promenade
Hopping styles attributing to bunnies on fours
Dreaming in reverse may well be falling up doors

Someone threw an apple at a grandfather guard
Someone crossed at and she should have been at least disbarred
Generations squalormandered after Japan
Towns and Easter Island stoning henges again


Ending with an ′atian formed in some other phase
Bending over forwards see the back that you made
Earning leisure interest I confide you impress
There is nothing more to say old Childlike Empress
Yes, please quoth Tsunami Tah