Words So Leisured

Franz Ferdinand

She's an emotion avenger

She is the villain who sends a

Line of dark fantastic passion



She knows that you will surrender

Knows that you will surrender

You want this fantastic passion

We'll have fantastic passion



You can feel her lips undress your eyes

Why should ugly skin that never feels...

Never feel your fingers tingle tense anticipation on it

This was an easy one, feel the word and melt upon it



Words of love, words so leisured

Words are poisoned darts of pleasure

Die...



Yes, she's in her black mood tonight

Watch her dye your black hair right

Love you of you, all muscles slacken

All the skin that was so tight



So ask for a reason

Ask for any reason

Ask for the one reply

For the one reply



Try for reason

But passion never lives

It dies with reason

Try for reason

Then die?