Perfume-V

Fun for an hour when the hour′s gone Can one trick nights feed 40 days? In my bed at the break of dawn She shivered like a vein slashed bright and new She's got the radioactive, and it makes me feel okay I don′t feel okay She's got the radioactive, and it makes me feel okay I don't feel okay Grip force the vials, strip the locks Smash the set and slash the beds And when it looks like a wife′s ex-plot We′ll cover all the rugs with cheap perfume She's got the radioactive, and it makes me feel okay I don′t feel okay She's got the radioactive, and it makes me feel okay I don′t feel okay (Like a docent's lisp, like a damsel′s spit) she's got the radioactive And it makes me feel okay (like a dry gin's twist) (Of lime) I don′t feel okay She′s got the radioactive (like a poor old sir, like a poke's dull spurs) (Like a pastor′s flock) and it makes me feel okay (No church) I don't feel okay