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Oh if only Brazil was not so far, far away |
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I Would swim or walk or ride |
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But never ever fly |
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But all the noise of the maniacs there |
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The sweat on my face it's worth to bear |
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But I don't wanna bounce and die |
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But then I see a lady in a tight blue dress |
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I close my eyes, I know what I would go for |
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Stewardess before I crash |
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Lavatory Love Machine |
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No fear can quell my steam |
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Lavatory Love Machine |
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No cabin fire burn my dream |
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I am at your disposal |
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I gotta get up to see what you ain't gotta hide |
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Wheeling junk along the aisle |
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Keep your seat belt fastened |
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You're whipping with an iron voice |
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You command |
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Uh mistress I am in your hands |
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And when she asks me what I'd like to eat |
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I realise the domina feels the same |
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And I reply: What about your pie? |
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Lavatory Love Machine... |
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Lavatory Love Machine |
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No broken wings to stop me stream |
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Lavatory Love Machine |
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Honey do you like the way I CREAM? |
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Now if I gotta die |
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I'll have been stiff and smiling till the crash |
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Let them know I've been alive |
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Till I made my final splash |
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Lavatory Love Machine... |
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Don't hear the scary noises |
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From the turbine when you scream |
