Hollow lady electric
Sing a song sending currents
through the forest hectic

Call me a collector
Of experience eclectic
Rambling down life's alleys
Aesthetic inspector
Seeking sublime fantasies
Forget the money please my debtor

As the credits roll
We strip off our clothes
Rolling around in the muck and the mire
of our sweat combined yet we still catch fire

A burning desire
For something I cannot see
Hiding just beyond periphery

In a plastic world
of centrefolds  
I travel with a blindfold
Honey, my heart ain't cold
Don't you see? Your soul,
It's long been sold