Aphex Twin — Come On You Slags lyrics

Lyrics

I’m going to give you a coming-out party, at your house
It’s perfect and you can’t refuse
It’s my gift to you. It’s your fantasy
Fantasia, having a party is not my idea of a fantasy
Especially right now
The party isn’t the fantasy! I know what you’d like
It’s the fantasy you once told me about. Remember?
I don’t remember telling you about it
What is it? What’s the fantasy?
Come on you slags!
I’m going to give you a coming-out party, at your house
It’s perfect and you can’t refuse
It’s my gift to you. It’s your fantasy
Fantasia, having a party is not my idea of a fantasy
Especially right now
The party isn’t the fantasy! I know what you’d like
It’s the fantasy you once told me about. Remember?
I don’t remember telling you about it
What is it? What’s the fantasy?
I’m going to give you a coming-out party, at your house
It’s perfect and you can’t refuse
It’s my gift to you. It’s your fantasy
Fantasia, having a party is not my idea of a fantasy
Especially right now
The party isn’t the fantasy! I know what you’d like
It’s the fantasy you once told me about. Remember?
I don’t remember telling you about it
What is it? What’s the fantasy?
Come on you slags!
I’m going to give you a coming-out party, at your house
It’s perfect and you can’t refuse
It’s my gift to you. It’s your fantasy
Fantasia, having a party is not my idea of a fantasy
Especially right now
The party isn’t the fantasy! I know what you’d like
It’s the fantasy you once told me about. Remember?
I don’t remember telling you about it
What is it? What’s the fantasy?
I’m going to give you a coming-out party, at your house
It’s perfect and you can’t refuse
It’s my gift to you. It’s your fantasy
Fantasia, having a party is not my idea of a fantasy
Especially right now
The party isn’t the fantasy! I know what you’d like
It’s the fantasy you once told me about. Remember?
I don’t remember telling you about it
What is it? What’s the fantasy?
[I'm going to give you a coming-out party, at your house
It’s perfect and you can’t refuse
It’s my gift to you. It’s your fantasy
Fantasia, having a party is not my idea of a fantasy
Especially right now
The party isn’t the fantasy! I know what you’d like
It’s the fantasy you once told me about. Remember?
I don’t remember telling you about it
What is it? What’s the fantasy?
Come on you slags!
Come on you slags!