4.She's A Carnival
In the heart of the night
She smiles like mardi-gras
Spinning in a dizzy haze
Her circus head giggles
It's a friendly disease
Catching colours from the air
So with your hands upon the hips
Of the dancing flesh
She's a carnival
And when it's lip to lip
In a surprise time kiss
She's a carnival
Mosaic eye, gypsy eye
Glowing as it dazzles
She's a portrait of a poison
For you to quench your thirst
A portrait of a poison...
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