Laundry and Lasers

Northern eyes, I'd like to meet you on the dance floor
 What was that? realistic men don't speak cliche
 Whatever my business is, I still can get off
 Meet me then - we'll take Laundry & Lasers
 Here's a magnet - round your themes up - take your dreams up
 Too much soft rectanglement ensnares the head
 Not so high into the sky light should you pray them
 Not so low your hands on those you lay
 A porcine fellow
 Who dwells on the dirt spot
 As dead as a death way
 Swept clean as a laser
 Even though you musn't know I swim the meadows
 Even though you musn't know I field the sky
 Let's go eat the factory - let's go running in there
 Wise beyond the northern eyes
 And super spies
 And realize much more