Woman Cactus

This is not comme il faut

It's no respectable affair

I know I lost my head

I'm burning bridges everywhere

My heart, my head, my brains

My senses don't make sense at all

The bar sign prints your name

Over and over on the wall

And I can't take it anymore

Chime little bells, big bells

I try to touch a woman cactus

Chime little bells, big bells

I try to touch a woman cactus

I see those empty streets

I'm walking 'round legs up, head down

My lamp burns all the night

I've lost the map of this old town

And I can't take it anymore

Chime little bells, big bells

I try to touch a woman cactus

Chime little bells, big bells

I try to touch a woman cactus

Chime little bells, big bells

I try to touch a woman cactus

Chime little bells, bells, bells

I try to touch a woman cactus

Shoulda... shoulda... shoulda... touch her

Shoulda... shoulda... shoulda... touch her

I know it hurts to touch a woman

With those needles and pins

I know it hurts to touch a woman

With those needles and pins

This is not comme il faut

It's no respectable affair

This time I leave the clock

In which I acted as a cuckoo

Cuckoo

Shoulda... shoulda... shoulda...

Shoulda... shoulda... shoulda... touch her

Nothing like cubism

To bring about a woman's shape