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
When a menthol hit, hooks a spatial girl in her summer clothes,
Use your evil, when you want 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 This is happening for your pleasure, at your leisure
Use your evil, when you want
When the night becomes, automatic sequence joining the day, Like a transmission, on an empty channel, all lines are closed.
Singing something new, someone else is sliding into your way.
When a menthol hit, hooks a spatial girl in her summer clothes,
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
Use your evil, when you want.
For your pleasure, at your leisure.
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