Oh, Martha, my dear:
It wasn't Norwegian wood you stroked
Oh, no, it was the finger flick
As we found ourselves coming together...Come
Apple brought us the tunes,
And, we listened to the re-mastered ones
As we delved into our Co-Ed-masturbatory
Stasis, Ahhh, the naked body
Of you, gleaming in Summer sweat,
Never will I say to you, you've got to hide your love away,
Because, when I'm sixty-four,
We'll still be doin'
[I'm so into the Revolution of our Love,
So, Let it be,
as I cram myself into your swollen
cunt, no longer a nowhere man.
It's always a hard days night, so hard, honey,
So hard, an' good,
an' getting ready to burst, for the benefit of Mister Kite...
..Your ass is lifted upon a trampoline...
Our show tonight
Billy Shears, says hi!
When we make love
It's like licking the Beatles!