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Plastic brain scar
I want laser
I'm your chauffeur
With high
Gloss highs
Take you where you want
Can't stop, oh, off the train
Train, yeah, yeah, yeah
Wolf lady
Sucks my brain
Apricot
Sunrise came
LA nights
Just roll in
Can't stop, oh, off the train
Train, yeah, yeah, yeah
Can't stop, oh, off the train
Train, yeah, yeah, yeah
Nasal douche
Poolside line
Soft lit tan
What's your sign?
Take my hand
Just roll in
Can't stop, oh, off the train
Train, yeah, yeah, yeah
Can't stop, oh, off the train
Train, yeah, yeah, yeah
Can't stop, oh, off the train
Train, yeah, yeah, yeah
Can't stop, oh, off the train
Train, yeah, yeah, yeah
I want laser
I'm your chauffeur
With high
Gloss highs
Take you where you want
Can't stop, oh, off the train
Train, yeah, yeah, yeah
Wolf lady
Sucks my brain
Apricot
Sunrise came
LA nights
Just roll in
Can't stop, oh, off the train
Train, yeah, yeah, yeah
Can't stop, oh, off the train
Train, yeah, yeah, yeah
Nasal douche
Poolside line
Soft lit tan
What's your sign?
Take my hand
Just roll in
Can't stop, oh, off the train
Train, yeah, yeah, yeah
Can't stop, oh, off the train
Train, yeah, yeah, yeah
Can't stop, oh, off the train
Train, yeah, yeah, yeah
Can't stop, oh, off the train
Train, yeah, yeah, yeah
Lyrics submitted by merchantpierce
Train Lyrics as written by William Owen Gregory Alison Elizabeth Goldfrapp
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Hmm, I really don't think that this song is about just sex. She went to L.A. and witnessed a superficial culture. And it definitely is not just a feel good song. It is on a surface level, but like all Goldfrapp songs you have to delve deeper. There is a strong, dark undercurrent here, one that is critical of this plastic lifestyle. Cosmetic surgery, super-tan's, glossy, glamourous, people. And most of all drugs and promiscuity. DRUGS DRUGS DRUGS. Doing poolside lines of coke and using a nasal douche to keep your nose healthy, the Wolflady sucks her brains, as well as the fact that she is the train, the chauffeur of sex for men. So, practically what goldfrappfan said, just with the dichotomy of a happy, feel easy song with a dark, critical undercurrent.