Standing in the bog of a west end bar Guy on the right leaning over too far Money in my pocket gonna put it in the slot Open up the pack see what type i got
I didn't want to hold you I didn't want to use you Protex, protex blue All wanna do
It's a fab protective for that type of a girl But everybody knows that she uses it well It's the therapeutic structure i can use at will
But i don't think it fits my b.d. drill
Sitting in a carriage of a bakerloo Erotica my pocket got a packet for you Advert on the escalator on my way home I don't need no skin flicks, i wanna be alone
I didn't want to hold you I didn't want to use you Protex, protex blue All i wanna do