Your mind's a wreck but that's fine
It corresponds to mine
We're in a room the door closes
Automatic, automatic, automatic... (hypnosis)

New pleasure, baby, new pleasure
Well, whisper in my ear, we go away
New pleasure, new pleasure

Too weak for life you have become
You can't get dressed you're too numb
But we assume sublime poses
Deep in true to life, in true to life, in true to life... (hypnosis)

New pleasure, baby, new pleasure
Well, whisper in my ear, we go away
New pleasure, new pleasure

You're in too deep you can't survive
Or can't be you past twenty-five
A day's a week the monster dozes
Deep in passionate, in passionate, in passionate... (hypnosis)

New pleasure, baby, new pleasure
Well, whisper in my ear, we go away
New pleasure, new pleasure

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Writer(s): RICHARD HELL