You've got a new dress, you're a quick change actress
Your lipstick slides out of it's sheath
You're my neon-veined day-glow dame, how do you speak
With your tongue pressed so tight to your teeth?

You've got a lot of dead friends on this rock where we're floating
And there's darkness ahead, but I think it's worth noting
We're candles, we're matches, we're lights on a wire [bad word] with me, please, be my Sylph set on fire

In all honesty, I expected to be 
So exceptionally unimpressed
I do not [bad word] kindness, in kindnesses lies are hid
And oft topped with makeup and winningly dressed

But you've got a mind, and if you don't mind me saying
It resides in a beauty not slightly betraying
You luminesce, I confess, I guess you're no liar [bad word] with me, please, be my Slyph set on fire