Текст песни
When a menthol hits
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 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
Got to get you off my conscience by Friday
On Saturday i'll be wide awake
On Sunday I'm your new best friend
On Monday learn it all again
For your pleasure
at your leisure
use your evil when you want
