Ooh La La

My heart's A speaker And every station Is full of static When I'm near here She's got An antenna Broadcasting yesterday In velvet technicolour She says My place or yours? I say it doesn't matter As long as when we wake up We're dressed in one another We collapse in a tangle of limbs Like a record that finished playing It still spins Take a moment To reflect See her there She's dressed for a sunset She's got A propeller Pinned to the the front of her stream of consciousness An I love you Disguised as a coffee breath kiss She says My place or yours? I say it doesn't matter As long as when we wake up We're dressed in one another We collapse in a tangle of limbs Like a record that finished playing It still spins Oh la la Tarantula No mistake Sexual awakening Set the tone And score the scene With you and me And James Dean