Lyrics:

When a menthol hit
Hooks a spatial girl in her summer clothes
Like a transmission on an empty channel
All lines are closed
Taking photographs
Speaking slowly through the permanent waves
The taste in her mouth
That she read about earlier today
This is happening for your pleasure
At your leisure
Use your evil when you want
When a menthol hit
Hooks a spatial girl in her summer clothes
Like a transmission on an empty channel
All lines are closed
Taking photographs
Speaking slowly through the permanent waves
The taste in her mouth
That she read about earlier today
This is happening for your pleasure
At your leisure
Use your evil when you want

This is happening for your pleasure
At your leisure
Use your evil when you want
When the night becomes
Automatic sequence joining the day
Singing something new
Someone else is sliding into your way
When a menthol hit
Hooks a spatial girl in her summer clothes
Like a transmission on an empty channel
All lines are closed
(Got to get you off my conscience by Friday)
For your pleasure
(On Saturday, I'll be wide awake)
At your leisure
(On Sunday, I'm your new best friend)
Use your evil
(On Monday, learn it all again)
When you want
For your pleasure
At your leisure
Use your evil when you want

This is happening for your pleasure
At your leisure
Use your evil when you want