Don't you wanna end up with this mister?
He is just being nice with his kisses and he
Thinks you're not one of the smart ones
Say it darling
Doesn't seem like you want that kind of honey, honey
From the automatic lover's store
To the first floor of your backroom door
From the spin-spin of the fickle swirl
In a freak-freak dance of the showroom girl
From the window of the red lit shop
To the hop-hop of the fluid swap
To the bang-bang when the wallet's gone
And the run-run when the heat is on

Theatre Of Tragedy Automatic Lover

Origin Stavanger, Norway Genre(s) Earlier works:Gothic metal,Doom metal Later works:Industrial metal,Electro-pop Years active 1992 – present