Fun for an hour when the hour's gone
Can one trick nights feed 40 days
In my bed at the break of dawn
She shivered like a vein slashed bright and new
She's got the radio active
It makes me feel ok, I don't feel ok
She's got the radio active
It makes me feel ok, I don't feel ok
Grip-force the vial, strip the locks
Smashthe 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
It makes me feel ok, I don't feel ok
She's got the radio active
It makes me feel ok, 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 poke's dull spurs
Like a pastor's flock (no church)
