Exercise Class from Exercise Class by Rodney Cromwell

You're clearly fitter than me, my mid life crisis fantasy.
For you I'd do anything, I'd haul my arse to the gym.
Now I don't have great intellect, but I can work on my pecs.
Pounding my chest to the floor, now I'm an exercise bore.

Making me sweat, at the exercise class
I made a cassette, for the exercise class

Saw you again in my sleep, am I a compulsive creep.
So I punish myself with the weights, I work out to kind of flagellate.
And when I feel that I'm winning, I torture myself at spinning.
But you still blank me in the street, humiliation complete.

Making me sweat, at the exercise class
I made a cassette, for the exercise class
I'll never forget, you at my exercise class
I have no regrets, at the exercise class

Making me sweat, at the exercise class
I made a cassette, for the exercise class
I'll never forget, you at my exercise class
I have no regrets, but it's a pain in the arse

• Electronic
• electronica
• indie
• moog
• synthpop
• London