Dawn sings in the garden
Phone sings in the hall
This boy's dead from two day's life
Resurrected by the call
Penny here, we've got to come, so come on round to me
There's so much, penny lying here to touch, taste and tease
Ring a ding ding ding i'm going down
I'm coming round
Penny's place her crummy room
Her dansette crackles to jimi's tune
I don't care, I taste ambre solaire
Her neck, her thighs, her lips, her hair
Ring a ding ding ding i'm going down
I'm coming around
All thoughts of sleep desert me
There is no time
30 minutes brings me round to her number 9
Yeah she looks like a painting
Jackson pollock's number 5
Come into the forest and taste the trees
The sun starts shining and i'm hard to please
Ring a ding ding ding i'm going down
I'm coming around
Repeat (all thoughts...)
To look down on the clouds
You don't need to fly
I've never flown in a plane
I'll live until i die
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