[Intro] [4 bars Motorik-Beat & Drone only] [spoken, extremely dry] Here's a smile... and a glance... and a blush... and a sigh. [Verse 1] And perhaps, on occasion - a tear; There's a delicate touch of a hand on the sly, And a flower she may wear when he's near. Near. Near. Near. [Verse 2] There's a note in her voice that but one may awake, And a gleam in her blue (or brown) eye; There's a kiss on her lips that some fellow may take, (Now why the deuce isn't it I?) (Why the deuce?) [Instrumental Break] [Extended band groove – Focus on pulsed Bass and Tape-Hiss] [Verse 3] There's the turn of an ankle, the size of a waist, And the way that she does up her hair; There's the fit of a glove, and, according to taste, The tint of the dress she may wear. (What she may wear?) [Extended Motorik Groove] [Fuzzy synth stubs start rhythm] [Verse 4] There are words... words... That are often but semi-expressed, And some are hid others below; For instance, a "yes" may be frequently guessed Through a clearly reversible "no." [Bridge - Rhythmic Chant] No. Yes. No. Guess. No. Yes. [Beat gets louder, distortion increases] [Verse 5] Yet her infinite change is her strongest of arms, As the song says, "Femme souvent varie;" But what does she want with such numberless charms When one of them finishes me? Finishes me? [Outro] [Repetitiv, stoic beat] A smile... a glance... a blush... a sigh. Finishes me? A tear... a touch... a gleam... a word. Finishes me? (Finishes me?) [Tape stop effect / Cold end] --- Inspired by the poem A WOMAN'S WEAPONS by Charles Henry Lüders (1858-1891)
