The Plot To Blow Up The Eiffel Tower - Pleasure Heads Must Burn текст песни

I reckon I'm a bit too close to this one
Flesh-heads like me just wax and melt
When my tongue touches titty's tongue in turn
Sometimes pleasure heads must burn
Pop! Pop!
I feel a little low
Buried neck-high in British snow
I feel a little low
Buried neck-high in British snow
Kiss me darling, kiss my eyes to blind
Kiss my clubs and witness what my knuckles find
Yeah! Yeah!