2.

There are dilemmas on your skin
This feeling I have been cravin’
Under the mist and in between
These mistakes you’ve been makin’

You have a skin dilemma
Just send an x-ray or a gamma
Write some letter or kiss a drummer
To you, I am no more enigma
Write a bit better or kiss a boomer
We’ve been living this drama
For so long my lover

You have the skin dilemma
Mouths burst upon your feet
Beside me come the freed
No need no greed
we’ve become another…

some other.

You can’t grow proportionnally
You can’t shoulder upon your hand
And hand upon your head
Analitically speaking you’ve had
What you may have gradually…

Pity.

Sex is ill, ill is sex
We have betrayed the ancestors
We have spoiled our tutors
Diminished it with love tours
Sex is sick, sick sex…

Kick it.

Gender is a promise
That I was not able to keep
That nights last without sleep
And with some catnip
Promise me the gender…

I need.

And washing machines burn
And washing machines burn
And washing machines turn

And the machines that are washing
And the washer machines
And the washer marines

And the machinery washer
And the machowashers
And the machoswatchers

And the macho’s watchers
And the macho’s washers
Macho’s scratchers…

Back scratchers
Love makers
Cake bakers of macho.

Just Macho.