I’m an ephemeral garbage collector
Collecting memories from her golden mind
Minding not to leave anything bad behind
Behind her back, behind her back
I can say what turns her on
I can say, I can say
Fridays are lonely, nights even colder
I need a fix, can you call me?
The world is a stranger, I’m feeling much better
I need a fix, can you call me?
I am her saviour, her messiah, I’m her Dylan
Dealing with fears I will soon uncover her soul
So listen out for words and clues in between
Between her legs, between her legs !
I am her Ringo and her John and her Paul
Pollinate easy, she will blossom in May
Maybe the time is right, time is right
For me to hang up the phone
I can say what turns her on
I can say, I can say
Fridays are lonely, nights even colder
I need a fix, can you call me?
The world is a stranger, I’m feeling much better
I need a fix, can you call me?
Remember running into the April rain
I told you once the weather forecast lies
You cut your wrists and then you close your eyes
Remember I had once to dull the pain
I can tell what turns her on
Fridays are lonely, nights even colder
I need a fix, can you call me?
The world is a stranger, I’m feeling much better
I need a fix, can you call me?
I need a fix, can you call me?
I need a fix, can you call me?
I need a fix, can you call me?
