Gavin Gold

Lyrics

There's cellophane over my face
I'm struggling to breathe
I come up for air
It hurts in my lungs, it goes up my nose
The devil disguise
Is the killer inside

Stimulation, salivation, celebration
Ah ha, hot line
Stimulation, variation, exhilaration
Ah ha, it's a hot, hot line

Cherry faced, wicked and wise
I beg for salvation
From you brother of mine
Dirt and dust, nothing in sight
Just give me the real thing
With nothing to hide

Stimulation, salivation, celebration
Ah ha, hot line
Stimulation, variation, exhilaration
Ah ha, it's a hot, hot line

There's a man on the moon singing a loony tune
Bought a ticket for a ride, lifting a silver spoon
Just hot blooded lovers on their own for the weekend

I got both feet stuck in the sand
Lend me your hand
Sweet sister of mine
The angels will shatter my pride
Give me the real thing
Without a surprise

Simulation, a killer, a killer, a killer, a killer, a killer, a killer
Variation, a killer, a killer, a killer, a killer, a killer, a killer
Simulation, salivation, variation, exhilaration, variation, exhilaration
A killer, a killer, a killer, a killer, a killer, a killer, a killer, a killer
A killer, a killer, a killer, a killer, a killer, a killer, a killer, a killer
Ah ha, it's a hot, hot line