Musex

the neongirl looks like she needs a kiss
ash in her face, she's in bliss
love is... this?

she looks like a hipster
you'll dance with her lips
one look and i knew
she'd control my bass knob
she keeps a little ink on the side
to move the treble
the amp's a rebel

high note, crowd of empty faces
but his is distinct
he knows just the faceless doll he wants
boil her in the pot
we'll make droopy plastic dots
i'll make her melt on the cot
i think i like her cello
together we make yellow
check, trumpets might rain

cures your cancer
but then the witch will burn you
her herbs, her goods
will drive you insane
the witch has sex appeal

jazzy bass duo on her bed
lets just say her lips will be fed
lets rock out, the seductress is led.