LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCI

She takes me here - She takes me here
Passes me around - Pulls me by the air
She leaves me restless - leaves me clean
Leaves me as empty as a vacuum machine

I pick her up - I buy her clothes
I give her money - to pierce her nose
She gives me static - She gives me grief
Its time to turn over a new leaf

She's read Lamour - She's read Thoreau
There ain't no limit to where her knowledge grows
She's like a tree - I'm like a seed
She gives me everything this dirt farmer needs

She wakes up - stretches her arms
I think she's angry - It'sa false alarm
Her teeth are white - so white they shine
She is the erotic Bottom Line

Sex by phone if I had a clone
When I'm through he would renew
Start the games again she is my friend
She is the very living end

She takes me here... she takes me here...