Showroom Song

I wandered through the aisles Of infinite appliances Like I had a gaping hole in my head Past washing machines and dryers With glowing dials and bubble cockpits And I longed to curl up inside Of their immaculate silver wombs Waiting for you For you to come To come and get me Waiting for you For you to come To come and get me I dreamt of a cup Of the purest richest blackest coffee Springing forth from the side of an ingenious machine And I dreamt of the cleansing power Of the world's first steam-machine-and-vacuum And drifted off before a host Of softly singing LCDs Waiting for you For you to come To come and get me Waiting for you For you to come To come and get me Waiting for you For you to come To come and get me Waiting for you For you to come To come and get me