Lyrics:

All the stars clustered like rashes
[?] on a cheap woman's neck
Reminding me of nothing as subtle as a tongue slipped into an ear
Condensed laughter streams in from the wings
I've called for it to distract you
I hear you sing a song of temptation and wonder if you wrote it for me
You'll never tell. You only give me big, big dumb juicy eyes
I become obsessed with all sorts of omens: birthmarks or plagues or glints in the eye
From closer, I see your hands are sweating, flooding their wrinkles
I see your hands are nervous now, begging to be clutched