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...