Words So Leisured - Franz Ferdinand

She’s an emotion avenger

She is the villain who sells

A line of dark fantastic passion

She knows that you will surrender

Knows that you will surrender

You want this fantastic passion

We’ll have fantastic passion

You can feel her lips undress your eyes

Wash that ugly skin and never feel good

Never feel your fingers tingle tense anticipation on it This was an easy one

Feel the word and melt upon it Words of love

Words so leisured

Words are poisoned darts of pleasure

Tied

Yes, she’s in her black mood tonight

Watch her dye your black hair white

Rob you of you muscle slacken

All the skin that was so tight

So ask for reason

Ask for any reason

Ask for the one reply

For the one reply

Try for reason

But passion never lives it dies

It’s reason

Try for reason

Then die