You see just what you want to see
Say you cannot get enough of me
You wanna get your hands on me
You never ever gonna set me free
All I ever do for you is sing
Still you wish you had me for a fling
You're the queen and I'm your chosen king
British guys seem to be your thing
Hold your banners
Wave your hands
Feel the spotlight
I act out your demands
(Tell me I'm your)
Sex God
Someone really hot
(I'll never be your)
Sex God
Baby, this is really odd
(You think I'm a)
Sex God
You hang on every word I say
You want me now without delay
Your secret pleasure is my own dismay
Your sex-life's never gonna be okay
'cos what you want you'll never get
Dream on baby, we have never met
Still you reach out and you've thrown your net
You wanna get me so you raise your bet
Hold your banners
Wave your hands
Feel the spotlight
I act out your demands
(Tell me I'm your)
Sex God
Someone really hot
(I'll never be your)
Sex God
Baby, this is really odd
(You think I'm a)
Sex God
Jean Christopher: It's about fans going bonkers, this. You know, when they totally obsess about you and follow you everywhere? It's a bit creepy.
Francis O'Neal: True. The title was inspired by a banner. These girls, I think they were from Berlin or so, showed up in the front row of quite a few concerts a couple of years back. They had these banners... (Giggles.) These banners saying: You are our sex gods. It was hilarious!
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Of Tesla and Tiaras: The lyrics of Synthetic Symphonies
PoesíaThe Mirror Walker universe is full of music and Synthetic Symphonies are one of the bands which provide its soundtrack. Creators of electronic beats and thoughtful lyrics, Francis O'Neal and Jean Christopher are known for continuously re-inventing t...
