Lirieke: Franz Ferdinand. Other. Words So Leisured.

She's an emotion avenger
She is the villain who sells
A line of dark fantastic passion
She knows that you will surrender
Knows that you will surrender

You want this fantastic passion
We'll have fantastic passion

You can feel her lips undress your eyes
Wash that ugly skin and never feel good
Never feel your fingers tingle tense anticipation on it
This was an easy one
Feel the word and melt upon it

Words of love
Words so leisured
Words are poisoned darts of pleasure
Tied

Yes, she's in her black mood tonight
Watch her dye your black hair white
Rob you of you muscle slacken
All the skin that was so tight

So ask for reason
Ask for any reason
Ask for the one reply
For the one reply

Try for reason
But passion never lives it dies
It's reason

Try for reason
Then die