I look like you make me shiver.
Your mind is a radio.
If this is paradise, I wish I had
your face. Facts continue to change
your mind. Is a radio
a cigarette, burning
your face? Facts continue to change
the future. I feel wonderful;
a cigarette burning
is a perfect world. I'm riding
the future I feel. Wonderful,
the world moves on. A woman's hip
is a perfect world I'm riding.
We don't need clothes.
The world moves. On a woman's hip,
hands get dirty. Nobody knows
we don't need clothes
if this is paradise. I wish I had
hands. Get dirty; nobody knows
I look like you. Make me shiver.