We walked those streets until we were too Drunk to know which corner to turn Driving ourselves into delirium I then emerged with a message of Seduction for Mr Satie Paris, the scent of dreams Perfume is the Jazz drenched scent of this city We will wreck this world And bring back those forgotten desires Building a house you cannot fall in love in It's getting late, very late, almost dawn I must go home The flowers prepare to take their revenge And as they die theyraise a fanfare Bye bye, bye bye Desperately searching and trying To grasp a last kiss A most erotic death occurs inside of me Filling her room with all the flowers she can find She commits the ultimate erotic suicide The marriage was prepared The roses fanfare announce the awesome moment Swooning, dying.. her hands pressed Tighter and tighter to her heart She was gasping, opening her mouth, Searching for the kiss which was to smother her
