In the heart of the night
She smiles like mardi-gras
Spinning in a dizzy haze

Her circus head giggles
Its a friendly disease
Catching colours from the air

So with your hands upon the hips
Of the dancing flesh
Shes a carnival
And when its lip to lip
In a surprise time kiss
Shes a carnival

Mosaic eye, gypsy eye
Glowing as it dazzles
Shes a portrait of a poison
For you to quench your thirst
A portrait of a poison...