Salme Dahlstrom G.l.s.
Little boys don't know why
They were born with dirty minds
Little girls don't understand
Why the like boys in rock and roll bands
It is in the air we breathe
In every book and magazine
It even has its own revolution
Now this is gonna blow your mind
It's all because god likes sex
He don't think of nothing else
He just loves to play his game
Again and again and again and again
Want to get it off your mind
You try to run you try to hide
But you just can't change your destination
It's a fever you can't shake
There ain't no cure no pills to take
You want to think it's all imagination
Now this is gonna blow your mind
It's all because god likes sex
He don't think of nothing else
He just loves to play his game
Again and again and again and again
It's all because his dirty mind
That he keeps you up all night
He just loves to play this game
Again and again and again and again
You try to run
You try to hide
But you can't get it off your mind
