it s open hi i m norma jean enchanting just take off your clothes will you obscene is the man watching a woman undress herself pleasure is given but not responded loneliness says yes but november says no a window to her soul they say december her soul s gone astray climb climb while you still can the ladder is slippery but fair when you least expect it the lust that i see in your eyes watching me tonight i hope that it s real i m down and lonely happiness killed what little was left of me a thousand for love you say i guess it s ok fly fly while you still can for life will punish all the fools when you least expect it in the eleventh hour the hour of need 