he loves to sit
and think of the things he's done
and bite my lip i'm not the only one
with arms that could reach across the continent
with arms that could wrap around the world
drive into the water
she loves to smell or sell off bits of me
too bold to think that i could drink the sea
and i'm not your flunkee
a superspace junkee
she's as dark as the cigarette that she smokes
drive into the water
she knows how to use me
drive into the water