Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Inflatable You, artist - Tim Minchin. Album song So Fucking Rock, in the genre Date of issue: 28.11.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Laughing Stock
Song language: English
Inflatable You |
| Your love for me is not debatable |
| Your sexual appetite’s insatiable |
| You never ever make me wait-able |
| Delectable, inflatable you |
| You don’t have problems with your weight at all |
| You never steal food off my plate at all |
| I never have to masturbate at all |
| Unstoppable, inflatable you |
| You never seem to menstruate at all |
| So you’re not angry when I’m late at all |
| I feel permanently felatable |
| Unpoppable, inflatable you |
| With you in my arms I feel we could just fly away |
| With the right kind of gas, I might even try it some day |
| In this ocean of life I’m never afraid I might drown |
| We could just float forever, whatever the weather |
| Whenever my inflatable lover’s around |
| Your thighs and buttocks are so holdable |
| You always do just what you’re told-able |
| And if we argue, you’re just foldable |
| Controllable, consolable you |
| My mates all reckon you are suitable |
| I took you 'round to watch the football |
| And Steve and Gary said you’re rootable |
| Refutable, commutable you |
| You’re never sensitive or tickly |
| When I rub you, my skin goes prickly |
| It’s known as static electricity |
| Felicity, when I’m kissing you |
| Your skin is so smooth — I couldn’t afford you with hair |
| You have all the holes real girls have got, plus one for the air |
| Your problems are simple, I don’t need my Masters in Psych |
| To know if you get down, I just perk you right up |
| With a couple of squirts with the pump of my bike |
| You never wake up when I snore at all |
| A trait which I find quite adorable |
| You have a box and you are storable |
| Ignorable, back-doorable you |
| Any sexual position’s feasible |
| Although you don’t bend at the knees at all |
| Your hooters are so firm and squeezable |
| Increasable, uncreasable you |
| You don’t complain about my hairy back |
| Or 'bout the inches that downstairs I lack |
| You’re not disgusted by my furry crack |
| Burt Bacharach… Jack Kerouac… ooh |
| Now, birth control is not an issue |
| I clean it all off with a… |
| I bet my jealous friends all wish you |
| Were insatiably, inflatably theirs |
| Don’t let me down |
| Don’t let me down |
| Don’t let me down |
| And I won’t let you down |