Fun for an hour then the hour's gone Can the one trick night feed 40 days? In my bed at the break of dawn She shivered like a vein Slashed bright and new
She's got the radioactive And it makes me feel okay I don't feel OK
Grip-force the vials and strip the locks Smash the set & slash the beds And when it looks life a wife's ex-plot We'll cover all the rugs with cheap perfume
She's got the radioactive And it makes me feel okay I don't feel OK (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))