| Song | Innocence Is Kinky |
| Artist | Jenny Hval |
| Album | Innocence Is Kinky |
| Nobody can see me looking anyway | |
| It's late | |
| And everything turns into a kind of dirty | |
| My skin starts breaking with LCD | |
| I feel desire | |
| One I don't know, one I don't own | |
| I'm free | |
| I turn off the light and dress myself in silver and gold | |
| I go out unto the edge of the city | |
| Tread on my twigs that are not yet burning | |
| The weight of my boots makes them break | |
| And smoke comes out of be-be-be-ne-ne-neath the ba-ba-bark | |
| Like a boat down the hatch | |
| Like sex without the body! | |
| Like smoke rings from my pussy! | |
| A night vision; bodies turned soft like newborn jellyfish, | |
| Mushrooms, light MacBook’s, blind bodies with empty sockets | |
| I stare back at my gaze that belongs to your body | |
| I ask "is there nothing but seen or seen | |
| Is there nothing serve nothing | |
| Is there nothing and nothing?" | |
| I'm free | |
| I take off my face and torso | |
| Live bare and barely | |
| I go out into the edge of the city | |
| Tread on my twigs and feel them break, yeah | |
| I start looking for something else | |
| There has to be more to burning; I'm losing myself | |
| More to burning and sex and God | |
| I tear off the ties | |
| Oslo Oedipus, Oslo Oedipus | |
| I am Oslo Oedipus | |
| Tearing my eyes in and out and | |
| In and out and in and out and | |
| In and out and in and out and | |
| In and out and in and out and | |
| In and out of face! |
| Nobody can see me looking anyway | |
| It' s late | |
| And everything turns into a kind of dirty | |
| My skin starts breaking with LCD | |
| I feel desire | |
| One I don' t know, one I don' t own | |
| I' m free | |
| I turn off the light and dress myself in silver and gold | |
| I go out unto the edge of the city | |
| Tread on my twigs that are not yet burning | |
| The weight of my boots makes them break | |
| And smoke comes out of bebebeneneneath the bababark | |
| Like a boat down the hatch | |
| Like sex without the body! | |
| Like smoke rings from my pussy! | |
| A night vision bodies turned soft like newborn jellyfish, | |
| Mushrooms, light MacBook' s, blind bodies with empty sockets | |
| I stare back at my gaze that belongs to your body | |
| I ask " is there nothing but seen or seen | |
| Is there nothing serve nothing | |
| Is there nothing and nothing?" | |
| I' m free | |
| I take off my face and torso | |
| Live bare and barely | |
| I go out into the edge of the city | |
| Tread on my twigs and feel them break, yeah | |
| I start looking for something else | |
| There has to be more to burning I' m losing myself | |
| More to burning and sex and God | |
| I tear off the ties | |
| Oslo Oedipus, Oslo Oedipus | |
| I am Oslo Oedipus | |
| Tearing my eyes in and out and | |
| In and out and in and out and | |
| In and out and in and out and | |
| In and out and in and out and | |
| In and out of face! |