A leather dress like a spindle
What would look like dog without doing it on purpose
And in it like a sailor
A girl who rocks an English tune
It's is extra
A Moody Blues that sings at night
Like a married white satin
And in the harbor of this night
A girl who pitches and comes to anchor
It's extra, it's extra
It's extra, it's extra
Hair that falls like the evening
And music at the bottom of your back
This jazz that jazzes in the dark
And this evil that does us good
It's extra
These hands that play the rainbow
On the guitar of life
And then these cries which rise to the sky
Like a cigarette that prays
It's extra, it's extra
It's extra, it's extra
These lows which hold high perches
Like the strings of a violin
And this flesh which comes to disturb
The bow which flows my song
It's extra
And under the barely closed veil
This tuft of black Jesus
Which flows into his cradle
Like a swimmer who is wait more
It's extra, it's extra
It's extra, it's extra
A leather dress like an oversight
What would a dog have without the to do it on purpose
And inside like a gray morning
A girl who sways and who is silent
It's extra
The Moody Blues who sway
This amp that no longer means anything
And in the music of silence
A girl who sways and comes to die
It's extra, it's extra
It's is extra, it's extra

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