She smells of soap
She smells so clean
Blonde smiles chrome position
Got it off a television
Wrapped in skin
The mega-bride
Beneath the branded sky

A puppet
Eraser of love
Said something wonderful once
She's a cowgirl
(Well, I suppose)
Mini-thing, fringes and boots
The double six
The double six
The double six Brazil

She has two names
One for her face
The other for her eyes
The other for the tongue
She has two names
One for her face
The other for her eyes
The other for the tongue
Thank you for the touch
Like a razor rubbed my wound
Lift me to open, I'm ready to use
Like vanilla, like incense
Eighteen years and a week
For the comfort of a stranger
Snakebite and cream
Time is running out
We walk like snakes
Beautiful blonde, call me
I feel like flying into good weather
No music, no, no cigarettes
No elevator Beethoven

On video, skin video
We are so small
Talk to me, talk to my machine
Shut your mouth
[...] man, a level fifty
Six P.M. with a union gun