She steps right off the pages of a book that's long been banned
And into the saloon bar, where I'm waiting for my man.
It's ludicrous. She's luminous. I can't stay in the room.
The pathology of passion says that I shall be consumed.

She's everything you think you want, perhaps a little more,
As far away as China, with three bolts upon the door;
The first of these is reason, the second bolt is time,
The third one's self-destruction, but that part suits me fine.

Fishy no - don't do this, because you won't get through this.
You've already let this pass you by. My, my.

Fishy no - don't do this, because you won't get through this.
She's already let you pass her by. My, my.

Oh, Mercy, there's no beauty without cruelty.