Feel the smell of pristine white
Taste the [bad word] of endless nights
Say you're not prepared for this
See the source of all my bliss

They're flashing like the bright stars
But your feet are on the needle catwalk baby
They're flashing like the bright stars

You're smiling at the lens man
But your feet are on the needle catwalk baby
You're smiling at the lens man

This is your final injection
I'll be your guide my stardust girl
It's like a fatal infection
It's cold

This is your fashion statement
It's twice the glory of a stripper's pole
It's such a painful torment
It burns