Slow Beautiful Sex Songtext
von The Fibonaccis
Slow Beautiful Sex Songtext
Slow, beautiful sex for slow, beautiful people
Sell me, baby
Buy me, baby
Bedtime games on Pay TV
Donkey Kong, then ecstasy
Leather Nikes extra large
Just be my sado-master charge
He′s got to wear Sergio Valente
Designer sex for workaday
Sergio Valente
Slow, beautiful foreplay for slow, beautiful people, movin' on
Smell me, baby
Touch me, baby
I′m a beast, like to feast on your hungry heart
But you'd best stay at home if you just won't dress the part
In my red-hot Danskins and my t-shirt from Heaven
I′ll hit you with my best shot in your RX-7
Come on, release some more Vasopressin
Who cares if life′s depressin'?
Vasopressin
Slow, beautiful designer sex
For slow, beautiful, foxy people
Gucci, Pucci, Fiorucci, boo!
You got to use jojoba nut oil
For boys who don′t like girls
Jojoba nut oil
I love slow, beautiful sex with upwardly mobile people
Tell me, baby
Why me, baby?
When you turn on the charm, I just go weak in the knees
Do I come on too eager to please?
Is it the snap of my garter? The bruises on my face?
Aw shucks, I'm no Brooke Shields
Let′s just do it at your place
Come on, pour me some Giacobazzi
And tell me you're a Nazi
Giacobazzi, yeah
Sell me, baby
Buy me, baby
Bedtime games on Pay TV
Donkey Kong, then ecstasy
Leather Nikes extra large
Just be my sado-master charge
He′s got to wear Sergio Valente
Designer sex for workaday
Sergio Valente
Slow, beautiful foreplay for slow, beautiful people, movin' on
Smell me, baby
Touch me, baby
I′m a beast, like to feast on your hungry heart
But you'd best stay at home if you just won't dress the part
In my red-hot Danskins and my t-shirt from Heaven
I′ll hit you with my best shot in your RX-7
Come on, release some more Vasopressin
Who cares if life′s depressin'?
Vasopressin
Slow, beautiful designer sex
For slow, beautiful, foxy people
Gucci, Pucci, Fiorucci, boo!
You got to use jojoba nut oil
For boys who don′t like girls
Jojoba nut oil
I love slow, beautiful sex with upwardly mobile people
Tell me, baby
Why me, baby?
When you turn on the charm, I just go weak in the knees
Do I come on too eager to please?
Is it the snap of my garter? The bruises on my face?
Aw shucks, I'm no Brooke Shields
Let′s just do it at your place
Come on, pour me some Giacobazzi
And tell me you're a Nazi
Giacobazzi, yeah
Writer(s): John Dentino, Ron Stringer, Magie Song, Joe Berardi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com