DO NOT FORSAKE ME OH MY DALEK

Speaks for itself, I feel.


DO NOT FORSAKE ME OH MY DALEK

My devotion had no time to germinate,
In the sights of your gunstick I knew,
In the instant you cried out ‘Exterminate!’
That I was a sucker for you.

At that moment an amorous suitor,
Though my heart was frustrated and wracked,
I took shelter behind a computer,
Preferring my organs intact.

While I lay on the floor on my pelvis,
I was fearful of blowing my cover,
For my passionate heart sang like Elvis,
Loudly wailing for my Dalek lover.

From the sensory globe on your eyestalk
To the bulbs that light up when you yell,
And your arrogant glide down the sidewalk,
I adore every inch of your shell.

With the sleek rounded studs on your fender
And that dome up above that you turn,
My affections, so gentle and tender,
Why must you so constantly spurn?

Though the others all say that you're frigid,
I believe that together we're tied,
For your armour, so hard and so rigid,
Conceals a soft greenish inside.

Do not forsake me, oh my Dalek,
For electrical raptures I'm keen;
Though your motions are somewhat hydraulic,
Won't you please be my own sex machine?


OPTIONAL CHORUS:

Please be,
Please be,
Oh please be my own sex machine (machine),
Please be,
Please be,
Oh please be my own sex machine.

© Philip Purser-Hallard 1995.


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