She's a Carnival

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...