Janey. You are my. Victorian machinery. (breathe yourself to life). Your tender shape. Is bending like the scenery. (ride you like a bike). 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. Janey. Coming down. The mount like a buffalo. (seeds deep in your eyes). Crazy. But then again. A girl could like it rough you know. (makes up for her size). 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. Be yourself. When I saw your all today. You be the shack. And baby ill be the desert. There is nothing to lack. When there is nothing to measure. Its all space. Janey. Make a fist. And knock me off. The moon again. (breathe yourself to life). Lady. Make me feel. Like I was born. In june again. (ride me like a bike). Crazy. Sing along. Just like they do in budapest. (hot moon on the rise)