i charge over twenty kisses an hour , satisfying and miring the highest power , screwing roses and straws for your funeral bower , an ' aprs i ski your sloping furniture , you 'll take me out to a coffee ballgame and crumpets befitting a lady of my immense and concrete statue , which is three miles of island heatwave smiles , and still , lust in space , you are tryin ' cryin ' and smilin ' .