Perfume-V

Fun for an hour, when the hour's gone

Can one trick nights feed forty days?

In my bed at the break of dawn

She shivered like a vein slashed bright and new

She's got the radio active and it makes me feel okay

I don't feel okay

She's got the radio active and it makes me feel okay

I don't feel okay

Grip-force the vials and strip the locks

Smash the set and slash the beds

And when it looks like a wife's ex-plot

We'll cover all the rugs with cheap perfume

She's got the radio active and it makes me feel okay

I don't feel okay

She's got the radio active and it makes me feel okay

I don't feel okay

Like a docent's lisp, like a damsel's spit

Like a dry gin's twist of lime

Like a poor droll sir, like a pike's dull spurs

Like a pastor's flock of sheep