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Bjork : He invites me Oh, he invites me inside, and inside his room Offers - I take the offer, offers me a seat on his sofa It's a nice sofa - a beautiful sofa I like the colour and I sit down But he shuts - he's shutting the door He locks it - he's locking it I don't sit any longer I don't sit any longer on his sofa - I lay I lay - and he - he's right on the top of me And he's forcing himself into my body It's not right - oh! Oh! I don't understand this rhythm I don't understand this rhythm I can't connect myself to it I don't understand this rhythm So, stop, jump slow ohh! Einar : The threat of castration lets us know so fear Push us over the cliff and out of the way 'Cause the threat of castration Is too much for the sick little minds The threat of castration lets them who fear Call the willies inside the trousers Letras de cancionesAnd they see her Christ and God aren't fucking that day Weren't caught with our trousers down Their fear leaves them sexless A glance - I did not know that The monster of the fear of castration They push us over the cliff The scare, the glance Bjork : Oh, I am enjoying it Can I fulfill your needs? Einar : The monster They've got something It disappears Bjork : Oh! Oh! Who am I sobbing? I'm digging you! Einar : The threat of castration lets us know so fear Push us over the cliff and out of the way 'Cause the threat of castration Is too much for the sick little minds The threat of castration lets them who fear Call the willies inside the trousers And they see her Christ and God aren't fucking that day Weren't caught with our trousers down Their fear leaves them sexless A glance - I did not know that The monster of the fear of castration They push us over the cliff The scare, the glance, the monster They've got something It disappears Bjork : You can sell your bloody sofa Einar : The threat of castration let's us know so fear Push us over the cliff and out of the way 'Cause you're blind, you cant drive You can't see anything, but the fear of castration The fear of castration, the fear of castration Gets no slow so fear, whatever he dressing They stop us - the fear, but i'm continuing pushing The threat of castration... Bjork : Oh you're selling - who are you selling? You can sell your bloody sofa I'm digging! I'm digging! I'm trying to break you! I'm trying! I'm trying too hard! I'm not sleeping at all I'm digging you - leave me alone Who am I selling - I'm selling What are you selling? You can sell your bloody sofa! From Letras Mania