Tight Globes

Blonde machine in yellow spacecar

Zip your legs in smooth rubber

You pass me and harass me

Number one is on the run

I saw you outta my cave

You didn't see me

You never see me

Ugliest affairs in print

Jumbled societies children

Where'd you pop in

Blonde machine....

All the glands that you shoot through

Tight globes

International she goes out

Fresh from the sweat factory I'm in love tonight -

Perhaps we'll be best friends for a week