Sex-Eye-Make-Up Songtext
von The Glove

Run around the chairs in your Sunday dress
It′s the best thing money can buy
Or leave me on the stairs, with my feet in the air
I think that I'm jazzy, like christ

One more cigarette, and the car burns slow
Burning like the body, waiting at home

Throw out your teeth, and call all your friends
Someone coughing, took away my breath
Inches of glass, all shiny and new
Screaming, laughing, fucks me to death


One more boy, full of writhing white mice
Rolls over again in a London disguise

The blood bath woman, in room number one
Sex-eye-make-up tonight
She just woke up today
She just woke up today to do as she′s told

Do you want to touch her?

Run around the stairs in your Sunday dress
It's the best thing money can buy
Or leave me on the stairs, with my feet in the air
I think that I'm jazzy, like christ