They say that feeling never ends
If you let go you must pretend
That the back of your hand is covering your eyes
I was shamelessly disguised
I was always an automatic
Don't assume I'm in control
I was always an automatic
Don't assume I'm manual
I kept my semen to myself
I lend my health to noone else
But the back of your neck was in line
All alone and so divine
I was always an automatic
Don't assume I'm in control
I was always an automatic
Don't assume I'm manual
I was always an automatic
Don't assume I'm in control
I was always an automatic
Don't assume I'm manual