Assembly

She fills the rich kitsch niche where she sits Making chit-chat, this and that, from the bits Consumed, perfumed, detracts the room despite Glowing, knowing she can head for the limelight She's too rich for her men She won't stay, what a shame A sham

Moving sideways through the sold photo Slow figures flashing on tiptoe Crashing cars on a blue tableau Goes to show it wasn't everywhere No one steering, just an auto-move Round and round the streetlights in the groove Flying windscreens, dropping do

Turn baby, turn You've got the feeling for it I'm the music Dance with me, sway Are you ready for me? Take a chance on me. Turn baby, turn You've got the feeling for it I'm in tune now Sing to me, say Are you ready for me? Take a chance on me The dow

Don't you wanna end up with this mister? He is just being nice with his kisses and he Thinks you're not one of the smart ones Say it darling Doesn't seem like you want that kind of honey, honey From the automatic lover's store To the first floor of y