Lyric Going Down

Dawn sings in the garden
Phone sings in the hall
This boy s dead from two day s life
Resurrected by the call

Penny here, we ve got to come
So come on round to me
There s so much penny lying here
To touch, taste and tease
Ring a ding ding ding I m going down
I m coming round

Penny s place her crummy room
Her dansette crackles to Jimi s tune
I don t care I taste Ambre Solaire
Her neck her thighs her lips her hair
Ring a ding ding ding I m going down
I m coming round

All thoughts of sleep desert me
There is no time
Thirty minutes brings me round to her number nine

Yeah she looks like a painting
Jackson Pollock s Number Five
Come into the forest and taste the trees
The sun starts shining and I m hard to please
Ring a ding ding ding I m going down
I m coming round

All thoughts of sleep desert me
There is no time
Thirty minutes brings me round to her number nine

To look down on the clouds
You don t need to fly
I ve never flown in a plane
I ll live until I die