Lyrics
I hear the Longine Symphonette
One hundred and one strings never rest
In the basement the hotwheels run
The need for speed already owns me
I hear the bedsprings, clumsy beestings
In the basement Mad magazine
The need for shock for which the world's
not ready yet, forever owns me
Agnes In Furs, is this coming apart
You wish for Agnes in Furs
Fingers sliding down her bare back
Agnes In Furs, Agnes In Furs, Agnes In Furs
It's not easy listening anymore
The Doris Wishman film
rattles through the smoke
cat eyes on fire
beneath the glowing drink
another new sensation, indescructible
The brittle porno of his imagination
reigns tonight
Agnes In Furs, is this coming apart
You wish for Agnes in Furs
Fingers sliding down her bare back
Agnes In Furs, Agnes In Furs, Agnes In Furs
It's not easy listening anymore
I hear the Longine Symphonette
One hundred and one strings never rest
In the basement the hotwheels run
The need for speed already owns me
I hear the bedsprings, clumsy beestings
In the basement Mad magazine
The need for shock for which the world's
not ready yet, forever owns me
Agnes In Furs, is this coming apart
You wish for Agnes in Furs
Fingers sliding down her bare back
Agnes In Furs, Agnes In Furs, Agnes In Furs
It's not easy listening anymore
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