Oh my love, Janine, I'm helpless for your smile
Like a Polish wanderer I travel onwards to your land
And were it not just for the jewels I'd close your hand
Your strange demand to 'collocate' my mind
Janine, Janine, you'd like to know me well
But I've got things inside my head that even I can't face
Janine, Janine, you'd like to crash my walls
But if you take an axe to me you'll kill another man
Not me at all
You're fey, Janine, a tripper to the last