in the heart of the night
she smiles like mardi-gras
spinning in a dizzy haze
her circus head giggles
it`s a friendly disease
catching colours from the air
so with your hands upon the hips
of the dancing flesh
she`s a carnival
and when it`s lip to lip
in a surprise time kiss
she`s a carnival
mosaic eye, gypsy eye
glowing as it dazzles
she`s a portrait of a poison
for you to quench your thirst
a portrait of a poison...