She's a Carnival
in the heart of the nigh
she smiles like mardi-gra
spinning in a dizzy haze
her circus head giggles
it's a friendly diseas
catching colours from the air
so with your hands upon the hips
of the dancing fles
she's a carniva
and when it's lip to li
in a surprise time kis
she's a carnival
mosaic eye, gypsy ey
glowing as it dazzle
she's a portrait of a poison
for you to quench your thirs
a portrait of a poison...