Evil

When a menthol hit, hooks 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 a menthol hit, hooks 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

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