See this needle. See my hand drop, drop, dropping it down, oh, so gently. Well here [bad word]  I touch the plane. Turn me up. Won't turn you away. Spin, spin. Spin the black circle. Pull it out a paper sleeve. Oh, my joy! Only you deserve conceit. I'm so big, a-my whole world. I'd rather you, rather you than her. Spin, spin. Spin the black circle. You're so warm. Oh, the ritual when I lay down your crooked arm. Spin, spin. Spin the black circle.