And you're so fresh with your pale dark bliss
Those blackjack eyes and tambourine hips

Walked right out of an acid trip
Got a corkscrew mind and the sweetest grip

Take me to the gig where the music's loud
And you can feel the electricity in the crowd

Oriental lillies blooming in my head
With all the little nothings that I could have said

Powder junkie, spider monkey, swim in the sea
Crushed like a grape under possibility

You're so fresh with your pale dark bliss
Those blackjack eyes and tambourine hips