The Clash Lyrics
11. Protex Blue
Standing in the bog of a west end bar Guy on the right leaning over too far Money in my pocket gonna put it in the slot Open up the pack see what type I got I didn't want to hold you I didn't want to use you Protex, protex blue All wanna do It's a fab protective for that type of a girl But everybody knows that she uses it well It's the therapeutic structure I can use at will But I don't think it fits my b.d. drill Sitting in a carriage of a bakerloo Erotica my pocket got a packet for you Advert on the escalator on my way home I don't need no skin flicks, I wanna be alone I didn't want to hold you I didn't want to use you Protex, protex blue All I wanna do Johnny, johnny
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