The Machine

I'm immune to age
Tools forgotten, oh grace!
I'm the pleasure machine, but I meant to dance, with you
Or forgotten to low, the undisclosed slow
Pressure underground, at your intimate
And these skies so blue, oh tell me what to do
Around your naked your body is true!
Are you pure flame
Thank you God, you pay me
The better is life, in many years

You know our love, lovers care them
A sort of love, love of easy payment
I care do, for what everyone tries
Someone call me, to a dirty love all day
Around come another easy payment
I came to do, what no everyone tries
(Take along) you to high!

In many, many ages
Your search trade
Means for your indomitable flame
All forgotten slow, dirty thoughts
Across in your mind, and them comes true
No these skies so blue
Or tell me what to do?
Your sexual desire is now and it's true!
Satisfy her, I go
Open your legs to storm her
Decisions mine, I will show it

You know our love, lovers care them
A sort of love, love of easy payment
I care do, for what everyone tries
Someone call me, to a dirty love all day
Around come another easy payment
I came to do, what no everyone tries
(Take along) you to high!!!

I'm immune to age, but you me do damage
Get me turn around, a real man!
Man that the money no pay
I will go to this straight
No fears to find, and again

And again, and again, and again, and again
And again, and again, and again, and again
And again, and again, and again, and again
And again, and again, and again, and again

Again and again! (Again!) Again and again! (Again!)
And I see enough but no understand!
Again and again! (Again!) Again and again!
And again! And again!
Again and again! (Again!) Again and again! (Again!)
And I see enough but no understand!
Again and again! (Again!) Again and again!
And again! And again!