12 Rounds Pleasant Smell

Lulu's in the backroom
Screaming in her cell
I'd like to switch her off
But I don't feel so well
You could move closer
I think you have a pleasant smell
You could move in with me
Into my pretty hell

Dream on
Dream on, please
Dream on
Dream on

Ooh you're such a good boy
Bringing in my tea
Scratching at my blood
Shoots me with sympathy
Don't breathe on me
When you are full of alcohol
I just love it when you're down there
'Cause you look so small

Dream on, please
Footsteps in my blood at night
Breathing in me strong
Slipping in my rising
Keep me up
Keep me awake
I wish that they'd be gone
So come on