Robert Pollard - Tight Globes Lyrics

Blonde machine in yellow spacecar
zip your legs in smooth rubber
You pass me and harass me
#1 is on the run

I saw you outta my cave
you didnt see me
you never see me

Ugliest affairs in print
jumbled societies children
whered you pop in?

Blonde machine....

All the glands that you shoot through
tight globes
international she goes out
fresh from the sweat factory Im in love tonight -
perhaps well be best friends for a week