When a menthol hit, hooks a spatial girl
In her summer clothes
Like a transmission
On an empty channel, all lines are closed
Taking photographs, speaking slowly
Through the permanent waves
The taste in her mouth
That she read about earlier today
This is happening
For your pleasure
At your leisure
Use your evil, when you want
When a menthol hit, hooks a spatial girl
In her summer clothes
Like a transmission
On an empty channel, all lines are closed
Taking photographs, speaking slowly
Through the permanent waves
The taste in her mouth
That she read about earlier today
This is happening
For your pleasure
At your leisure
Use your evil, when you want
This is happening
For your pleasure
At your leisure
Use your evil, when you want
When the night becomes
Automatic sequence joining the day
Singing something new
Someone else is sliding into your way
When a menthol hit, hooks a spatial girl
In her summer clothes
Like a transmission
On an empty channel, all lines are closed
Get you off my conscience by Friday
(For your pleasure)
On Saturday I'll be wide awake
(At your leisure)
On Sunday I'm your new best friend
(Use your evil, when you want)
On Monday learn it all again
For your pleasure
At your leisure
Use your evil, when you want
This is happening
For your pleasure
At your leisure
Use your evil, when you want
