Going Down

Dawn sings in the garden
 Phone sings in the hall
 This boy's dead from two days life
 Resurrected by the call
 Penny here we've got to come
 So come on round to me
 There's so much, Penny, lying here
 To touch taste and tease
 Ring-a-ding-ding-ding, I'm going down, I'm coming round
 Penny's place a crummy room
 Her dansette crackles to Jimi's tune
 I don't care I taste Ambre Solaire
 Her neck, her thighs, her lips, her hair
 Ring-a-ding-ding-ding, I'm going down, I'm coming round
 
 All thoughts of sleep desert me, there is no time
 Thirty minutes brings me round to her number 9
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 There she looks like a painting
 Jackson Pollock's No. 5
 Come into the forest and taste the trees
 The sun starts shining and I'm hard to please
 Ring-a-ding-ding-ding, I'm going down, I'm coming round
 
 All thoughts of sleep desert me, there is no time
 Thirty minutes brings me round to her number 9
 To look down on the clouds you don't need to fly
 I've never flown in a plane
 I'll live until I die