janey you are my victorian machinery lady your tender shape is bending like the scenery you be the sail and baby i ll 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 i ll 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 i ll 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 i ll keep your place be yourself when i saw you you be the shack and baby i ll be the desert there is nothing to lack when there is nothing to measure it s 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 i ll be the desert there is nothing to lack when there is nothing to measure it s all all space1