C'est extra

A leather dress like a spindle
That would have style without trying
And inside like a sailor
A girl swaying with an English air
It's extra
A moody blues singing at night
Like a satin of a bride in white
And in the port of this night
A girl swaying and coming to anchor

It's extra it's extra
It's extra it's extra
Hair falling like the evening
And music at the base of the spine
This jazz that jazzes in the dark
And this pain that does us good
It's extra
These hands playing with the rainbow

On the guitar of life
And then these cries rising to the sky
Like a shining cigarette
It's extra it's extra
It's extra it's extra
These stockings held high
Like the strings of a violin
And this flesh disturbed
By the bow that flows my song

It's extra
And under the barely closed veil
This tuft of black Jesus
Flowing in his cradle
Like a swimmer no longer expected
It's extra it's extra
It's extra it's extra
A leather dress like a forgotten memory
That would have style without trying
And inside like a gray morning
A girl swaying and silent

It's extra
The moody blues swinging
This amp that no longer wants to say anything
And in the music of silence
A girl swaying and coming to die
It's extra
It's extra
It's extra
It's extra