Slave Trade

Sophisticated slave trade rhythmically admired

Give me a punctual bliss

He's in love with a velvet glove

Soon he'll feel the fist

His senses are reeling

He can't sit still

He's got that same old feeling

The same old thrill

The same old thrill

Goose flesh, giggling, stimulating scenes

Pleasure is a means to the end

Hedonistic high time

He can't get enough

Physical encounters can offend

Drinking like a fish out of water high and dry

When there's no tomorrow he doesn't even try

Don't take a walk, when it's easier to run

Don't take it easy

No don't take it

Don't you touch the flesh, the fragile flesh

He's never going to get near the heart

He can prodel, he can poke but it won't get him closer

He's only playing a part

Across the threshold he feels his nostrils flare

The stifling perfume is so thick in there

Don't take a walk, when it's easier to run

Don't take it easy, no don't take it

Don't take it easy, Don't take it easy

Don't take it, Don't take it

Don't take it, Don't take it

Don't take it, Don't take it

Don't take it, Don't take it

Sophisticated slave trade rhythmically admired

Give me a punctual bliss

He's in love with a velvet glove

Soon he'll feel the fist

His senses are reeling

He can't sit still

He's got a sort of feeling