Of Purgatory and Perfume

She gave you a vial of her perfume
"Olympia" by Paco Rabanne
A squirt in your lonely hotel room
To summon the ghost courtesan
She asks you if you had a red scarf
To cover the naked [Unidentified]
What happened next was triple X
To a peeping Tom's delight

"Pasolini is everything!"
She purred over her G&T
Pizarro, Ionesco and Pasolini
The [Unidentified] Trinity
And you love these arty farty girls
Especially when they're pretty
And until they break your tender heart
Now isn't that a pity

In the realm of the muses
That's where she resides
When you asked her to go semi savage
That request was not denied
And it's at times like that that you want her
But she is so far away
Bucharest or Budapest or Berlin
Who is to say?
Modelling on the catwalk
In the show room of memory
Where you've placed her under the spotlight
For all eternity
And you're in purgatory until you see her again
You're in purgatory until you see her again

To her castle in Transylvania
Your spirit is already bound
Imperilled on the blade of her beauty
Your blood on Romanian ground
And the flowers that grow in that fertile soil
Are fragrant with her perfume
"Olympia" by Paco Rabanne
Evoking the ghost in your room
With a base tone of sandalwood
And a salted vanilla heart
She will linger there for a while like a mist
Then eventually depart

And you're in purgatory until you see her again
In purgatory until you see her again