future love Songtext / Lyric

The one... Hello. It's nice to meet you.
Your very cute.

Rubber man.

I can't help my----self,
I'm in love.

And when I get back,
from outer space,
I'm gonna punch him in his face.

He's the moon,
then I'm e-clipsed

I'm so lunar--yeah,
when I get to him,
I'll run him over with my rocket ship.

My, eye--li--ner,
runs, in, con-ste-llations
for you dear.
If on-ly, I could,
reboot my me-chanical heart,
I'd think clear.

Baby I'm feelin' so out of this world,
baby with you I'm a dif-fer-ent girl,
(uh-oh, oh)
You're my fu-ture love.

Baby could we make a home in the stars,
baby somewhere in a galaxy far,
(uh-oh, oh)
You're my fu-ture love.

(o-o-o-O-oh)

I want your f-f-f-f-future love,
I want your f-f-f-f-future love,
would you be my f-f-f-f-future love,
I want your f-f-f-f-future love
would you be my f-f-f-f-fu-ture man,
I wanna f-f-fuck you hard as I can,
would you be my f-f-f-future man,
I wanna f-f-f-future man.

I've been workin',
in engineering,
all our chem-estries,
and our situ-ations,
workin' out our sex e-quations

And I'm no,
I'm no, nostradamas--yeah,
Cause' my hair is blond,
But my heart is brunette,
If I'm not on you,

And at lease I'm honest.

My, mas-car-a,
runs, in, con-ste-llations,
for you dear,
my dear.
If on-ly I could,
outer space my brain,
for a--minute.
I'd think clear.

Baby I'm feelin' so out of this world,
baby with you I'm a dif-fer-ent girl,
(uh-oh, oh)
You're my fu-ture love.

Baby could we make a home in the stars,
baby somewhere in a galaxy far,
(uh-oh, oh)
You're my fu-ture love.

(o-o-o-O-oh)

I want your f-f-f-f-future love,
I want your f-f-f-f-future love,
would you be my f-f-f-f-future love,
I want your f-f-f-f-future love,
would you be my f-f-f-f-fu-ture man,
I wanna f-f-fuck you hard as I can,
would you be my f-f-f-future man,
I want your f-f-f-f-future man,

You can come and take me in,
to a place where we've never been,
he's so unreal--yeah,
he's mannequin,
he's a synthetic, plastic, an unreal man,
I'll buy you playing cards,
on a shooting star,
to get to you
my future lo-ver-er,

He's my rubber hunk,
my kind-of guy,
and I'm stuck in,
his metal, rubber eyes,
eye, eye, eyes...
Rubber eyes,
eye, eye, eyes...

My future guy...

(ra-mum-mum-mum-mum-mum-mum...)