Vibracobra (7" Version)

All curled up just like a stare that a candle lit
All prepared to take the high chair
And I'll swear it doesn't matter where I sit
If there's something to compare they get on with it
Or admit there's really nothing there
And choose where the road head fits

I remember you were thanking me for something I said
To your friend
It was a compliment
My mind was in the gutter again
Then we walk away the night in the civilized air
So come on and put your cards in
Maybe on the second try you'll win

All curled up inside a basket
I don't know
Should I ask if I can watch it go backwards
Like a TV show