| Oh if only Brazil was not so far, far away
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| I Would swim or walk or ride
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| But never ever fly
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| But all the noise of the maniacs there
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| The sweat on my face it’s worth to bear
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| But I don’t wanna bounce and die
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| But then I see a lady in a tight blue dress
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| I close my eyes, I know what I would go for
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| Stewardess before I crash
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| Lavatory Love Machine
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| No fear can quell my steam
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| Lavatory Love Machine
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| No cabin fire burn my dream
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| I am at your disposal
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| I gotta get up to see what you ain’t gotta hide
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| Wheeling junk along the aisle
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| Keep your seat belt fastened
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| You’re whipping with an iron voice
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| You command
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| Uh mistress I am in your hands
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| And when she asks me what I’d like to eat
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| I realise the domina feels the same
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| And I reply: What about your pie?
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| Lavatory Love Machine…
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| Lavatory Love Machine
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| No broken wings to stop me stream
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| Lavatory Love Machine
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| Honey do you like the way I CREAM?
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| Now if I gotta die
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| I’ll have been stiff and smiling till the crash
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| Let them know I’ve been alive
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| Till I made my final splash
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| Lavatory Love Machine…
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| Don’t hear the scary noises
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| From the turbine when you scream |