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...