See this needle...a see my hand
Drop, drop, dropping it down...oh, so gently
Well here it comes...I touch the plane
Turn me up...won't turn you away
Spin the black circle
Pull it out...a paper sleeve
Oh, my joy...only you deserve conceit
I'm so big...a-my whole world
I'd rather you than her
Spin the black circle
You're so warm...oh, the ritual...when I lay down your crooked arm
Spin the black circle