Lyrics

Dear John, cherchez la femme? Dear John, round the bend? Dear John, still looking for me? Dear John, still like what you see? Dear John, find a sex-machine It will help with your fantasy But there's only room for one And here she comes and here she goes Dear John, find a sex-machine It will help with your fantasy But there's only room for one And here she comes and here she goes The car, is it kingfisher blue? The house, do I welcome you? Do I recline like the seats in your bed? Sex-tech objects locked in your head? (This is a letter to make you feel better) The car, is it kingfisher blue? (This is a letter to make you feel better) The house, do I welcome you? (This is a letter to make you feel better) Do I recline like the seats in your bed? (This is a letter to make you feel better) Sex-tech objects locked in your head? (This is a letter to make you feel better) The car, is it kingfisher blue? (This is a letter to make you feel better) The house, do I welcome you? (This is a letter to make you feel better) Do I recline like the seats in your bed? (This is a letter to make you feel better) Sex-tech objects locked in your head? This is a letter to make you feel better This is a letter to make you feel better This is a letter to make you feel better This is a letter to make you feel better Dear John, I'm waiting for you In the restaurant, I've ordered for two It's spread upon and around the tables Ex-bed, horny fables Dear John, find a sex-machine It will help with your fantasy But there's only room for one And here she comes and here she goes Dear John