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Dawn sings in the garden
Phone sings in the hall
This boys dead from two days life
Resurrected by the call
Penny here weve got to come
So come on round to me
Theres so much penny lying here
To touch, taste and tease
Ring a ding ding ding Im going down
Im coming round
Pennys place her crummy room
Her dansette crackles to jimis tune
I dont care I taste ambre solaire
Her neck her thighs her lips her hair
Ring a ding ding ding Im going down
Im coming around

All thoughts of sleep desert me
There is no time
Thirty minutes brings me round to her number nine

Yeah she looks like a painting
Jackson pollocks number five
Come into the forest and taste the trees
The sun starts shining and Im hard to please
Ring a ding ding ding Im going down
Im coming around

All thoughts of sleep desert me
There is no time
Thirty minutes brings me round to her number nine

To look down on the clouds
You dont need to fly
Ive never flown in a plane
Ill live until I die