She smells of soap She smells so clean Blonde smiles chrome position Got it off a television Wrapped in skin The mega-bride Beneath the branded sky A puppet Eraser of love Said something wonderful once She's a cowgirl (Well, I suppose) Mini-thing, fringes and boots The double six The double six The double six Brazil She has two names One for her face The other for her eyes The other for the tongue She has two names One for her face The other for her eyes The other for the tongue Thank you for the touch Like a razor rubbed my wound Lift me to open, I'm ready to use Like vanilla, like incense Eighteen years and a week For the comfort of a stranger Snakebite and cream Time is running out We walk like snakes Beautiful blonde, call me I feel like flying into good weather No music, no, no cigarettes No elevator Beethoven On video, skin video We are so small Talk to me, talk to my machine Shut your mouth [...] man, a level fifty Six P.M. with a union gun