Bendigo Fletcher - Soul factory

Well the wat^Aber is warm tonight^Fm, not to ment^Dbion incredibly hig^Abh. With the spi^Abrits of the trees, that effec^Fmtively deem, your comp^Dbany especially rig^Abht. They nearly ^Abburned down whiskey row,^Fm on the f^Dbringe of the oh^Abio but if your ^Abthirst needs a quenching and some g^Fmood celcius, baby, s^Dbtep into my bungal^Abow. ^Eb7

I'm a sou^Abl factory, don't you want to make^Db sweet and tender lo^Eb7ve to me. I'm a dr^Abeam weaving man, do^Dbn't you want to b^Ebe my friend.

The puppeteers got tan^Abgled up wires ^Fmagain, on his hu^Db7manoid mari^Abonette. He'll say you can't drink the honey, as he cou^Fmnts his money, and tel^Dbls you how to l^Abive. He's got clouds of kero^Fmsene, that'll blow your mi^Dbnd to smither^Abeens. But if you burn from the center and lea^Fmrn yourself better, then, b^Dbaby, what a wonderful thi^Abng. ^Eb7

I'm a so^Abul factory, don't you want to ma^Dbke sweet and tender lo^Ebve to me. I'm a dr^Abeam weaving man, do^Dbn't you want to ^Ebbe my fri^Abend

Well if you t^Fmry to avoid the ra^Cin, you'll get wet^Dbter than you've ever be^Aben. So let's rely on the sky to for^Fmever baptize the bl^Dbood beneath our s^Abkin. And darling don't you fuss, something big^Fmger than us is wai^Dbting just around the be^Fnd.

Well, are you fresh ou^Bbt of cigaret^Gmtes? Baby, take another dr^Ebag of my limerick^Bb. I want to be a brand new addiction to c^Gmurb your affliction and tem^Ebper that pounding he^Bbad. Feel the moonlights silver cr^Gmown, your naked fra^Ebme like an evening g^Bbown. I want to settle your shivers on the b^Gmanks of the river o^Ebutside the fed^Bberal bounds. ^F

I'm a^Bb soul factory, don't you want to ma^Ebke sweet and tender lo^Fve to me. I'm ^Bba dream weaving man, d^Fon't you w^Bbant to be my friend. Y^Fes please, I'm ^Bba soul factory, don't you want to m^Ebake sweet and tender l^Fove to me. I'm a^Bb dream weaving man, do^Ebn't you want to b^Fe my fri^Bbend.