The taste in her mouth
On an empty channel all lines are closed
Use your evil when you want
This is happening for your pleasure at your leisure
This is happening for your pleasure at your leisure
Use your evil when you want
When a menthol hit
That she read about earlier today
Like a transmission
Speaking slowly through the permanent waves
Hooks a spatial girl in her summer clothes
On Monday learn it all again
Taking photographs
Get you off my conscience by Friday
When the night becomes
The taste in her mouth
Hooks a spatial girl in her summer clothes
Singing something new
On an empty channel all lines are closed
Taking photographs
On Sunday I'm your new best friend
Speaking slowly through the permanent waves
Like a transmission
Someone else is sliding into your way
Automatic sequence joining the day
Use your evil when you want
When a menthol hit
This is happening for your pleasure at your leisure
For your pleasure at your leisure
This is happening for your pleasure at your leisure
Use your evil when you want
On Saturday I'll be wide awake
That she read about earlier today
On an empty channel all lines are closed
Like a transmission
