She’s not a girl who misses much
Do do do do do
She’s well-acquainted with the touch
Of a velvet hand
Like a lizard on a window pane.
Man in the crowd with the multicolored mirrors
On his hobnail boots.
Lying with his eyes, while his hands
Are busy working overtime.
The sole confession of his wife which he ate
And donated to the National Trust.
I need a fix ‘cause I’m going down,
Down to the abyss that I’ve left up town.
I need a fix ‘cause I’m going down.
Mother Superior, jump the gun. [6 times]
Happiness is a warm gun. [4 times]