My Body, The Performance Machine

This is the day you stray away from the other groups
And walk with it, limp limbs, limp limbs
Hand it a drink and sit right next to it
Its thighs have always been your favorite
Appealing, its looks led it right to you
Fucked
This is what I don't like
That's what I like
Payment, the initial act
The arching of the lower back
Decaying, it will always ache
But it will always get paid