Lounge

She's not a girl who misses much. Do-do-do, oh yeah. She's well acquainted with the touch of a velvet hand like a lizard on a window pane. The man in the crowd with the multicolored mirror on his hobnail boots. Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy working overtime. A soap impression of his wife which he ate and donated to the National Trust. I need a fix 'cause I'm going down. Down to the bits that I left uptown. I need a fix ' cause I'm going down. Mother Superior jump the gun. Mother Superior jump the gun. Mother Superior jump the gun. Mother Superior jump the gun. Mother Superior jump the gun