Opening theme

You really throw a
wrench in to my works...
If I can get my heartbeat under control,
I  think I’ll can make it.
We’re futurrists you and me,
technicians of love.
Higher, faster, I’ll
love you if I want to.
I think I get to like the way...

I get flushed at the
touch of your metal body.
Oh, don’t stop this
gravity defying feeling...
that goes way beoynd
mere imagination.

You really throw a 
wrench into my works.
When I hold him tight.
my Alphonce can do enything.

We’re futurist you and me,
technicians of love.
Anytime, anywhere, 
anything is possible.
Nothings impossible.