text: Janey
  You are my Victorian machinery
  Lady
  Your tender shape is bending like the scenery
  You be the sail and baby Ill be the rudder
  We could make it all day until it turns into butter
  I saw your face
  A seminal pleasure, I will love you forever
  When I heeded your call and every heavy endeavor
  Ill keep your place, woah!
  Janey
  Coming down the mountain like a buffalo
  Crazy
  But then again, a girl could like it rough you know
  You be the sail and baby Ill be the rudder
  We could make it all day until it turns into butter
  I saw your face
  A seminal pleasure, I will feel you forever
  When I heeded your call and every heavy endeavor
  Ill keep your place
  Be yourself
  When I saw you
  You be the shack
  And baby Ill be the desert
  There is nothing to lack
  When there is nothing to measure
  Its all, all space
  Woah!
  You are my Victorian machinery
   woo!
  Janey
  Make a fist and knock me off the moon again
  Lady
  Make me feel like I was born in June again
  Crazy
  Sing along just like they do in Budapest
  You be the shack
  And baby Ill be the desert
  There is nothing to lack
  When there is nothing to measure
  Its all our space