Pulp: His'n hers

I've got the timeand you've got the space.I'm gonna wipe you downand lick the smile off your face, the smile off your face.Tho we know that it's wrong,towel sets,matching combs.Oh it looks so good but does it turn you on? I want you now,I want you here,so lie down by the fireand if the neighbours hear, the neighbours hearCos they don't understandwhat you've got in your hand.Oh it looks so good but does it turn you on?Are we going to do it again?Sideways.I was stuck in the queue when you came.Delivered me from his 'n' hers,you pulled the units down.Delivered me from his 'n' hersand when I saw his face,it made me feel better.Now it's gone too far,we gave up hope,and the future's bleak,it's just a soap on a rope, a soap on a rope.Put the rope round his neck.Pull it tight;he's erect,oh and it looks so good but does it turn you on?Are we going to do it again?Shove it in sideways.I was stuck in the queue when you came.Delivered me from his 'n' hers,you pulled the units down.Delivered me from his 'n' hersand when I saw his face,it made me feel better.So we were lying in bed afterwardsand she asked mewhat made me frightenedand I said -I'm frightened of Belgian Chocolates,I'm frightened of pot pourri,I'm frightened of James Dean posters,I'm frightened of figurines,I'm frightened of endowment plans.I'm frightened of 26" screens,I'm frightened of remote control.I'm frightened of evenings in the brincliffe Oaks searching for conversation."Oh, you're stupid", she saidand she took my handand she said,"I want you.I want you.I want you to touch.I want you to touch me.I want you to touch me.Oh."Are we going to do it again?Shove it in sideways.I was stuck in the queue when you came.Delivered me from his 'n' hers,you pulled the units down.Delivered me from his 'n' hersand when I saw his face,it made me feel better.