Smoked gin and tonic, fatness shimmy [?] roll of skin
Those pretty people rolling
Wind goes down to let the sunlight in
Butter between shoulder blades and a slide as long down a spine
To the place where the spine rises up

And I said
"One, seven one eight, seven six eight
Double-O, double-four"
Friction
Burns the butter back to milk
One, seven one eight, seven six eight
Double-O, double-four, friction
Burns the butter back to milk
Running on fumes
I got to get right with this
Running on fumes
I got to get right with this

Can you feel the weight pulled down?
Jelly breath is thick
Belly on a belly is two bellies and what is the sound
Of two bellies clapping, clapping
And the legs locked at the knees
Together like [???] sea
[?] to the depth
And I said
"One, seven one eight, seven six eight
Double-O, double-four"
Friction
Burns the butter back to milk
One, seven one eight, seven six eight
Double-O, double-four, friction
Burns the butter back to milk
Running on fumes
I got to get right with this
Running on fumes
I got to get right with this

Can you feel the weight?
Can you feel the weight?
Can you feel the weight?
Can you feel the weight?

And I said
"One, seven one eight, seven six eight
Double-O, double-four"
Friction
Burns the butter back to milk
One, seven one eight, seven six eight
Double-O, double-four, friction
Burns the butter back to milk
Running on fumes
I got to get right with this, yeah
Running on fumes
I got to get right with this, yeah