(Intro) Pure? What does it mean? This tongue... a burden... Caresses... acid... (Verse 1) Does not my heat astound you. And my light? All by myself I am a huge camellia, Glowing and coming and going, flush on flush. I am too pure for you or anyone. Your body... Hurts me as the world hurts God. (Chorus) I am made of smoke! My filaments burn away! The sin. The sin. The taint. The taint. I am peeling off... Layer after layer... of nylons and veils... Until I am utterly... pure. (Verse 2) I think I am going up, I think I may rise — The beads of hot metal fly, and I, love, I Am a pure acetylene Virgin Attended by roses... (Chorus) I am made of smoke! My filaments burn away! The sin. The sin. The taint. The taint. I am peeling off... Layer after layer... of nylons and veils... Until I am utterly... pure. (Bridge) Not you, nor him Not him, nor him (Voice begins to soar again) My selves dissolving, old whore petticoats — To Paradise! (Outro) Pure. What does it mean? I am... a huge camellia... Glowing... and going...
