She’s got that mood ring
A little sister rose
The smell of Springteen
A pair of pantyhose

This taking picture show
Is leaking from a silhouette
She said my man you know
It’s time to get your fingers wet
Your hustle’s busted when
You can’t afford a cigarette
The last I heard from you
You were screaming “handle it”

Knock the world right off its feet
And straught onto its head
The book of love will
Longe be laughing after you are dead

Fascinated by the look of you
And what was said
Make a play for all the
Brightest minds and light will shed

I heard some P-Funk
Out on the road again
To get your head shrunk
Is what I recommend

It’s in your bloodline
A perfect Frankestein
Out on that lone pine
I’m gonna make mine

It’s understood you wrop
Your voodoo right around my neck
You’ve got some glitter on your
Kitty at the discotheque
I put my lovin’ in your oven
Not a head to check
The last I heard from you
You werw screaming “resurrect”