"Museum of Sex" as written by and Robyn Hitchcock....
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 star
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-ah!

Seaford - The Museum of Sex
Seaford - The Museum of Sex
(Oh let's hear that riff!)
The Museum of Sex

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



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"Museum of Sex" as written by Robyn Hitchcock

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