I know a girl she walks the asphalt world;
She comes to me and I supply her with Ecstasy;
Sometimes we ride in a taxi to the ends of the city;
Like big stars in the back seat like skeletons ever so pretty;
But where does she go?
And what does she do?
And how does she feel when she's next to you?
And who does she love in time-honoured fur?
Is it me or her?