When a menthol hit, hooks a spatial girl
In her summer clothes
Like a transmission
On an empty channel, all lines are closed

Taking photographs, speaking slowly
Through the permanent waves
The taste in her mouth
That she read about earlier today

This is happening
For your pleasure
At your leisure
Use your evil, when you want

When a menthol hit, hooks a spatial girl
In her summer clothes
Like a transmission
On an empty channel, all lines are closed

Taking photographs, speaking slowly
Through the permanent waves
The taste in her mouth
That she read about earlier today

This is happening
For your pleasure
At your leisure
Use your evil, when you want

This is happening
For your pleasure
At your leisure
Use your evil, when you want

When the night becomes
Automatic sequence joining the day
Singing something new
Someone else is sliding into your way

When a menthol hit, hooks a spatial girl
In her summer clothes
Like a transmission
On an empty channel, all lines are closed

Get you off my conscience by Friday
(For your pleasure)
On Saturday I'll be wide awake
(At your leisure)
On Sunday I'm your new best friend
(Use your evil, when you want)
On Monday learn it all again

For your pleasure
At your leisure
Use your evil, when you want

This is happening
For your pleasure
At your leisure
Use your evil, when you want