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? (This is a letter to make you feel better)
The house, do I welcome you? (This is a letter to make you feel better)
Do I recline like the seats in your head? (This is a letter to make you feel better)
Sex-tech objects locked in your head? (This is a letter to make you feel better)
The car, is it kingfisher blue? (This is a letter to make you feel better)
The house, do I welcome you? (This is a letter to make you feel better)
Do I recline like the seats in your head? (This is a letter to make you feel better)
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
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