Au Pairs - Dear John Lyrics

Dear John, cherchez la femme?
Dear John, round the bend?
Dear John, still looking for me?
Dear John, still like what you see?

Dear John, find a sex-machine
It will help with your fantasy
But there is only room for one
And here she comes, here she comes

Dear John, find a sex-machine
It will help with your fantasy
But there is only room for one
And here she comes, here she comes

The car, is it kingfisher blue?
The house, do I welcome you?
Do I recline like the seats in your head?
Sex-tech objects locked in your head?
The car, is it kingfisher blue?
The house, do I welcome you?
Do I recline like the seats in your head?
Sex-tech objects locked in your head?
The car, is it kingfisher blue?
The house, do I welcome you?
Do I recline like the seats in your head?
Sex-tech objects locked in your head?

This is a letter
To make you feel better
This is a letter
To make you feel better
This is a letter
To make you feel better
This is a letter
To make you feel better

Dear John, I'm waiting for you
In the restaurant, I've ordered for two
It's spread upon and around the tables
Ex-bed, horny fables

Dear John, find a sex-machine
It will help with your fantasy
But there'e only room for one
And here she comes, here she comes