Из альбома: Franz Ferdinand
She's an emotion avenger
she is the villain who sends a
Line of dark fantastic passion
She knows that you will surrender
Knows that you will surrender
you want this fantastic passion
we'll have fantastic passion
You can feel her lips undress your eyes
Why should ugly skin that never feels
Never feel your fingers tingle tense anticipation on it
this was an easy one, feel the word and melt upon it
Words of love, words so leisured
Words are poisoned darts of pleasure
die
Yes, she's in her black mood tonight
Watch her dye your black hair right
Love you of you, all muscles slacken
all the skin that was so tight
So ask for a reason
Ask for any reason
Ask for the one reply
for the one reply
Try for reason
but passion never lives
it dies with reason
Try for reason
then die"¦