Pleasure Heads Must Burn - The Plot to Blow Up the Eiffel Tower

I reckon I’m a bit too close to this one

Flesh-heads like me just wax and melt

When my tongue touches titty’s tongue in turn

Sometimes pleasure heads must burn

Pop!

Pop!

I feel a little low

Buried neck-high in British snow

I feel a little low

Buried neck-high in British snow

Kiss me darling, kiss my eyes to blind

Kiss my clubs and witness what my knuckles find

Yeah!

Yeah!