When a menthol hit hooks a spatial girl in her summer clothes Like a transmission on an empty channel all lines are closed Taking photographs, speaking slowly through the permanent waves The taste in her mouth that she read about earlier today
This is happening for your pleasure at your leisure Use your evil when you want…
When a menthol hit hooks a spatial girl in her summer clothes Like a transmission on an empty channel all lines are closed Taking photographs, speaking slowly through the permanent waves The taste in her mouth that she read about earlier today
This is happening for your pleasure at your leisure Use your evil when you want… (×2)
When the night becomes automatic sequence joining the day Singing something new someone else is sliding into your way When a menthol hit hooks a spatial girl in her summer clothes Like a transmission on an empty channel all lines are closed
Got to get you off my conscience by friday On saturday I’ll be wide awake, On sunday I’m your new best friend, On monday learn it all again
For your pleasure at your leisure Use your evil when you want…
This is happening for your pleasure at your leisure Use your evil when you want…