Paul Schenk

My Bizarrelle

I’m guided by hormones and sexy satellites
To Hot Lips, transvestites and Madonna-lookalikes
My Bizarrelle, my Bizarrelle
She turns me on like hell

We’ll touch eachothers touchscreen
As hot as cigarettes
She’ll moan like a soundbite
She loves World Wide Web sex

My Bizarrelle, my Bizarrelle
She turns me on like hell

Our transistors are our X and Y-chromosomes
We scramble them, melt them
Together as one phone

My Bizarrelle, my Bizarrelle
She turns me on like hell

She’s got the chips and the bytes
She is the smartphone of my life
She’ll be my weird ugly wife
My Bizarrelle

I’m guided by hormones and sexy satellites
They’re so anti-climax those black hole lookalikes
My Bizarrelle, my Bizarrelle
She turned me on like hell