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.