Growing large in a small room
With a sickly air
I was blind to principle
In the neon glare
A gutter goddess with a practised smile
Is the bringer of temptation
To another unworthy worshipper
For a small consideration
Here I come for her raspberry infundibulum
Here I come for her raspberry infundibulum

Artificial ecstasy covered every trace
Of the bleak antipathy
Underneath her face
So I rushed to the finish
Of a twisted tale
That I knew was less than holy
Did I sin, dear father?
Shall I burn in hell?
For I quite enjoyed the story
Here I come for her raspberry infundibulum
Here I come for her raspberry infundibulum
Here I come for her raspberry infundibulum
Here I come for her raspberry infundibulum
Here I come for her raspberry infundibulum
Here I come for her raspberry infundibulum

Copyright: TAIRONA SONGS LTD
Writer(s): C. Angus, K. McKenzie, P. Stephenson, W. Sin