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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