pleasure heads must burn - the plot to blow up the eiffel tower lyrics

i reckon i’m a bit too close to this one
flesh-heads like me just wax and melt
when my tongue touches t-tty’s tongue in turn
sometimes pleasure heads must burn
pop! pop!
i feel a little low
buried neck-high in british snow
i feel a little low
buried neck-high in british snow
kiss me darling, kiss my eyes to blind
kiss my clubs and witness what my knuckles find
yeah! yeah!