Psychosexual - Pop Will Eat Itself

Cure For Sanity

Psychosexual

>From the temple

Down to the spine

The aching of the loins

to the hips that bump and grind

In a world of little or no love

I come from up above

I’m psychosexual sexterrestrial!

Take those clothes off and

Take your time

Fall into a trance and

Just free your mind

In a world of little or no love

I come from up above

I’m psychosexual sexterrestrial!

Wake up feeling large

Think big!

And we will merge

In dreams I walk and

Talk with you

I feel we’re on the verge

In a world of little or no love

I come from up above

I’m psychosexual sexterrestrial!

Psycho!