Koreema know justwhat it is she does
it can`t be hard for her to get a buzz
Down in the street below
you can hear the drunken prophet sing
"I know what`s on your mind my boy
I can see oh everything
Lead pipes are fortune made
Take a tip from me
climb up to her window ledge or you`ll forever be...
Walking under ladders as the people round
you hear you crying please
who really knows just what it is she does
it can`t be hard for her
to get a buzz
the rapture of vertigo
and letting go
me myself I was never sure
was it the liquor
or was it my soul?