Museum of Sex

On this roof I play this riff
 Play it till my hands are hollow
 You can play to the tomatoes
 You can play to the Apollo
 On this deck I stand erect
 Like an egg for you to swallow
 Kiss me till your light goes out
 Kiss me till there's no tomorrow
 You don't have to look very far
 You don't have to look very far at all
 You don't have to look very far
 It's the end of your nose
 Seaford, the museum of sex
 Seaford, the museum of sex
 In the end I'll be a skull
 Through my eyes the eels will wallow
 In the end I'll be your warning
 Time is not for us to follow
 You don't have to look very far
 You don't have to look very far at all
 You don't have to look very far
 It's the end of your nose
 Seaford, the museum of sex
 Seaford, the museum of sex
 (Oh, let's hear that riff)
 On this roof I play this riff
 Playin' till my hands are hollow
 Music is the antidote
 To the world of pain and sorrow
 You don't have to look very far
 You don't have to look very far at all
 You don't have to look very far
 It's the end of your nose
 The museum of sex
 Ooh (Seaford)
 It's the Museum of Sex
 (Oh, let's hear that riff again)
 I love that old museum of sex
 You never know what's happening next
 Let's go under the skin
 Look at the shape that you're in
 The museum of sex
 The museum of sex