"French Wildcat"

She stands there waiting, skyscraper heels
A shot of glamor from her lips
She knows who she is

She smokes a bright and thick cigar
From the back of a rock’n’roll car
And it’s a single kiss
To end up drained and then deceased
Between the sheets

And in the rain she sings the tune
Of vacuum cities
Passing by on trains with lovers once so far to reach
Now laying at her feet
Just like the world
She never leaves her soul
Unreleased

I trip the dark room once again, proving time exists
In the caverns of her touch
And curtains of bliss

Psychedelic nocturne shots from brocade hips
Green and yellow perturbation
Lives beyond her lids
Singer of the unreleased
Lady of the Paris streets

Wildcat
French wildcat
Drooling cheap boys
On the market
Pin-up starlet
Dark eyed model
Lenient driver
Curly lover

Where’s the world of dreams
Where’s the teenage screams
Where’s the silk screen thrills
Where’s the golden films