In the heart of the night

She smiles like mardi-gras

Spinning in a dizzy haze



Her circus head giggles

It's a friendly disease

Catching colours from the air



So with your hands upon the hips

Of the dancing flesh

She's a carnival

And when it's lip to lip

In a surprise time kiss

She's a carnival



Mosaic eye, gypsy eye

Glowing as it dazzles

She's a portrait of a poison

For you to quench your thirst

A portrait of a poison...


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