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