(Male Announcer reads text on screen)
(Musical jingle)
(water lapping) (video camera whirring)
(birds chirping)
- Rarr! (Axel Jr. shrieking)
(both laughing)
(Marianne speaking Norwegian)
- Ah, how old is he now?
- [Marianne] He's six.
- Yeah.
(water lapping) (birds chirping)
All right, I'm gonna ask you one more time.
What's the matter?
Leonard leaving you or something?
- No, I mean, not that I know of, no.
(both laughing)
Um,
it's um,
I'm pregnant again.
- Well, congratulations.
- [Marianne] Really?
- Does Leonard know?
- No.
- Why not?
- Because I know he'd want me to...
Get rid of it.
- Why?
- You know, behind all of his,
bohemian ideals or whatever you wanna call it,
he's quite a conservative man who...
Does not want a child that isn't Jewish.
Neither does his mother, so.
And I'll have to talk to him, but you know,
he just has to make it and...
- Make what?
If he doesn't want the child that he can have with you,
but he wants the success that he can have without you?
I have the address for a pretty decent doctor in Athens,
if you want it, just let me know.
(Axel Jr. Shouting in Norwegian)
- Oi! - Oh, he got one. (laughing)
(Marianne speaking Norwegian)
- [Charmian] Ooh, look at him!
- [Marianne] Wow!
- Oh, he's a big guy! (Marianne speaking Norwegian)
(Marianne shrieking) (Charmian laughing)
(Marianne speaking Norwegian)
(mellow upbeat music)
(mellow upbeat music continues)
♪ I'm out of time ♪
♪ It's nothing new ♪
♪ I pay so dearly for the things I didn't do ♪
♪ No sleep for days ♪
♪ My brains are blue ♪
♪ I find the bottom of a bottle without you ♪
♪ Without you ♪
(mellow upbeat music)
(mellow upbeat music continues)
- You okay?
- No.
- No? - No.
I wish I had some speed.
- Oh, I don't have any.
(both laughing)
Good luck.
- [Announcer] Good evening.
Please help me welcome Canada's most promising poet
and novelist with "Beautiful Losers,"
Mr. Leonard Cohen.
(audience applauding)
- Good evening.
Please help me welcome Canada's most overrated poet,
(audience chuckling)
and most insufferable novelist,
with his disaster, "Beautiful Losers,"
Mr. Leniard Curib.
(audience laughing)
""Why have you allowed yourself to be robbed?
Why do you always try to humiliate me?'
I asked him so solemnly that I scared myself.
He stood up, covered the model
with a plastic Remington typewriter cover.
He did this so gently, with a kind of pain."
- It was fantastic.
You seduced every fucking one of them.
- There were more people in there than bought the book.
- This book is the book of the year according to "The Star."
- You know, someone else said it was,
"The most revolting book to ever come out of Canada."
- Hm. - 400 copies.
- Mr. Cohen? - Mad.
- Maybe the next time, you should-
- Mr. Cohen, can you sign, please?
- Okay. This is from the documentary?
- Yes.
- Do you like it?
- Oh, I love the bit where you play guitar and sing.
- Oh, yeah? Thank you.
(background people chattering)
- You see? They love you.
Do you mind?
- That's not really an issue. Hi.
Oh, it's perfect. Oh, that's a great copy.
Have a great day.
Oh, thank you very much.
- I didn't see that.
- You know, I'm thinking of, um,
(soft guitar music)
singing my poems, but you know, for money making.
- Why?
- [Leonard] It works for Dylan.
- Listen, the TV show?
They offered you to host like an intellectual show.
There's got to be some money in it,
and you surely want the fame, right?
- Well, I um, I said no.
- And it's exposure. You can sell your book.
- Right, but I, I think I'm too ugly for TV.
That guy from CBC said that the TV don't lie.
- You're on the hook.
- No, I'm a brilliant failure, I don't want to.
- You're on the hook. Look at me.
Fame, I can see it, you're gonna be famous.
- You want fame. I don't want fame.
Success is obscene.
- Fame.
- Maybe I'll get back into hockey.
- [Irving] Oh, God.
- [Leonard] Well, anyhow, thanks for coming tonight.
- Last night of the tour, of course I would be here, Lenny.
So, what are you going to do?
You're going back to Greece or what?
- I don't know, I don't know that I'm, ah,
I'm much good to anyone right now.
- Come on.
Jump in. (car door clicking)
- No, thanks, I'm just gonna...
Take a walk.
- You sure?
- Yeah.
- You're doing the wrong thing, Lenny.
- Yeah, I am.
- You're doing the wrong thing.
- Shalom, man.
(lighter clicking)
(car door clunking)
(car engine starting)
(car rumbling quietly)
(Axel Jr. and Marianne speaking Norwegian)
♪ She's wearing rags ♪
♪ And she's wearing those long dresses ♪
♪ She's wearing rags ♪
(head thudding)
♪ She's wearing rags and feathers ♪
(lighter clicking)
♪ From Salvation Army counters ♪
(soft guitar music)
(pen tapping)
♪ In the back of the room ♪
♪ The windows have clouded ♪
"Darling Mu, it's good to have your letters.
I just finished promoting the book,
which didn't sell as I would have hoped.
Don't worry, though, I'm taking care of myself,
and I've stopped with the pills.
As best as I can.
I'm working hard to make money for all of us.
And I'm planning a little trip to New York soon,
and I'll see what it can bring,
besides immense disappointment.
I'm going to give it one more shot
before giving up on making music entirely,
though I know it's inevitable.
The spiritual trip you plan on doing sounds beautiful.
John Starr Cooke lives up to his glorious name.
I'm excited to hear all about your adventures.
I love to hear that you and little Axel
are strong and happy.
Love, Leonard."
(soft guitar music)
♪ Suzanne ♪
- Hi, John! (John Starr Cooke chuckling)
It's amazing.
- Please leave your bags.
- Hello. - Hello.
- Thanks so much for inviting us.
- Ginsberg's idea. He says you are perfect.
- Oh. - But that you tend
not to believe it.
- Sounds about right. (laughing)
- I am here to work on your mind.
- Feels like I've been doing that since I was five, but...
- [John Starr Cooke] Well, not in the way I do it.
- [Marianne] No.
- [John Starr Cooke] Wado here is the best.
I had him flown in.
He makes the most potent weed in the world.
- Ooh!
(John Starr Cooke speaking Greek)
- Hi.
- [John Starr Cooke] We have Raymond and Manuela
from London and San Diego.
- [Marianne] Hi.
- And over here, we have Jean Paul.
He's from Paris. He's been here a while.
- [Marianne] Hello.
(bead curtain rattling)
- Everyone!
This is Marianne and Axel.
Marianne, everybody.
- Hi.
(gasps) What?
- Now, keep your eye on him.
He will transform when you're not looking.
(Marianne speaking Norwegian)
(mellow upbeat music)
(mellow upbeat music continues)
- A poet.
Really?
- I don't look like a poet?
- I mean, it's kind of hard to hang one of your poems
on the wall in lieu of your rent.
- Hey!
For Christ's sake, Stanley,
don't you have a vacuum cleaner in the house?
- Yeah, of course, we got lots of them.
- Then why aren't they ever used?
- So, why the Chelsea?
- It's your reputation, man.
- Thank you.
- You and the hotel, you know, I've heard you can stumble in
at four a.m. with a large, nine-foot-tall, albino bear,
five hookers on your arm, drunk as a skunk,
and that no one bats an eye.
But the amenities as well.
(Stanley chuckling)
- All right.
I'll put you down for indefinitely.
- All right.
(Stanley clears throat)
What's your name, what's your full name?
- Stanley Bard
- Okay, very nice. - You?
- Leonard Cohen
- Leonard, welcome.
- Great, thank you.
Appreciate it.
- Right that way.
- [Leonard] Stanley, what room is she in?
- None of your business.
(feet tapping)
(video camera whirring) (soft drumming music)
(birds chirping)
(background people chattering) (soft drumming music)
(person laughing)
(door creaking)
♪ Me ♪
♪ Oh ♪
(soft drumming music) (person vocalising)
- Oh, it's a snake.
(snake hissing)
I'm all right, man, thank you.
(typewriter keys tapping)
(soft drumming music) (background people chattering)
(video camera whirring) (mellow upbeat music)
(mellow upbeat music continues)
Sorry.
Thank you.
So long.
(door thudding)
- Hallucinogens don't expand the mind,
they simply open the mind
to what is already there,
to your ah, your deeper self.
A place without deception.
- I'm ready, maybe.
(both laughing)
- So, what do you do, Marianne?
- I've been making some clothes recently.
- Oh. - I made this.
- Nice. - Yeah.
Also, I'm quite a good cook, so I've been hired sometimes
to do a bit of cooking for tourist parties in...
- Right.
- What about you, Manuela, what do you do?
- Hm, well, I used to be a schoolteacher.
- Oh?
- Yeah, until I realised I hated children.
(all chuckling)
You know, one day, I was heading to work.
I just parked outside of the school, and thought to myself,
"Another day, gladiator-battling
these psychopathic sociopaths,
(all chuckling)
who only think about themselves."
God!
Went and got a bag of weed, drove to Mexico,
where I met John, and tagged along when he came here.
- Wow! (laughing)
- Voila!
- [Marianne] Voila! That's amazing.
- So,
what are you looking for while you're here?
- Um, I don't know, I think...
Open my mind and ah, find my own path, maybe.
- Aren't we all?
Cheers. - Cheers to that.
- [Marianne] Thank you so much for having me.
(glasses clinking) - It's great to have you here.
(background people chattering) (muffled melodic music)
- Sunkissed.
I could never be a witch.
(background people chattering) (muffled melodic music)
- Sorry, can I get one more shot of gin?
- [Bartender] Yes, sir.
- [Lou] You're a writer, right?
- Leonard Cohen
- I've read your book. "Beautiful Losers."
- Oh, you're the guy.
- It's a great book.
- Thank you, man, it's not what they say in Canada.
- I'm Lou Reed. You know my music?
- Forgive me, no, I don't.
I'm not really in the know.
- You should stop by Judy's party tonight.
- Okay.
- It's good to meet you, man.
- Yeah, great to meet you.
(background people chattering) (muffled melodic music)
Is he a famous guy?
- [Bartender] Lou Reed? Yeah, man, (indistinct).
- Thanks.
♪ No wonder it's all go ♪
(lighter clicking)
♪ Comes forward, that's a razor in his mitt ♪
♪ And he puts on his dark glasses ♪
♪ And he shows you where to hit ♪
♪ And then the cameras pan ♪
- He's gonna be okay, aren't you?
♪ The stand in ♪
- [Judy] Take it easy.
♪ Stunt man ♪
♪ A dress rehearsal rag ♪
♪ It's just a dress rehearsal rag ♪
I really got a crowd on my hands now.
- It's pretty gloomy.
- Well, it's the way I see life, you know.
Well, it's my perspective on things.
- Do you get depressed?
- No, I'm bright as the sunshine.
(Judy laughing)
Yeah, I don't see a reason not to be.
- Me too.
You know, I tried to commit suicide when I was 14.
- Well, I'm very happy
for your lack of success in the matter.
- Yeah.
I'm Judy Collins, by the way.
- [Leonard] Pleasure to meet you, Miss Collins.
- Hey, play me another one.
- Well, I really can't sing, but I can fake my way through.
(background people chattering) (bong water bubbling)
(soft guitar music)
(soft guitar music continues)
♪ Suzanne takes you down ♪
♪ To her place near the river ♪
♪ You can hear the boats go by ♪
♪ You can spend the night beside her ♪
♪ And you know that she's half crazy ♪
♪ But that's why you want to be there ♪
(cicadas chirping)
(Marianne speaking Norwegian)
(both speaking Norwegian)
♪ Suzanne takes you down ♪
♪ To a place near the river ♪
♪ You can hear the boats go by ♪
♪ You can spend the night forever ♪
♪ And I know that she's half crazy ♪
♪ And that's why I want to be there ♪
♪ And she feeds you tea and oranges ♪
♪ That come all the way from China ♪
♪ And just when you want to tell her ♪
♪ That you have no love to give her ♪
- [Leonard] She's great.
♪ She gets you on her wavelength ♪
♪ And lets the river answer ♪
♪ That you've always been her lover ♪
- [Leonard] You guys like it?
It was very good.
- Thanks, Lenny.
- [Leonard] It was very good.
- A hell of a song, Judy.
Maybe you should come see me at Columbia.
- You're a week too late, John.
I just signed with Elektra.
- Who wrote it?
- [Judy] Leonard Cohen.
- Who the hell is Leonard Cohen?
- Leonard Cohen.
- That's a terrific question.
- Okay.
- You know, I'm playing a charity gig
in the East Village next month, you should come play.
- Oh, no, I think it will be very uncomfortable.
- You're not fooling anyone.
How about this?
Think about it, and I'll send you the details.
It's me and Pete Seeger on the bill so far.
- [Leonard] What have you got?
- Everything.
Hash, opium, speed,
uppers, downers.
The clap.
(Maja speaking in Swedish)
- It's Norwegian?
- Swedish.
How did you know?
- [Leonard] Um...
- [Maja] What do you want?
- [Leonard] Anything.
- [Maja] Okay.
(mellow melodic music)
- That looks fun.
- It's super fun. You want fun?
- Sure.
(mellow melodic music)
(soft guitar music)
♪ Suzanne takes you down ♪
♪ To her place near the river ♪
- [Switchboard Operator] This is long distance,
how may I direct your call?
(cicadas chirping)
- You know, I can
see the pain and the beauty.
I think that I realised, you know, for all of that pain
and the beauty to become a poem, for instance, you know,
it's not enough to just mould it
by reciting or singing or writing a novel.
You know, you need...
You need to have somebody who is listening,
and someone who you can give it to,
someone imagined or real.
And I know, I know that I am showing him
just as much as he is showing me.
- Hm. - Oh yeah.
- I think fiction is just a necessity
to be able to enjoy life.
It doesn't matter if you write it down or not.
If you can't rewrite reality
in your own mind,
make it something you can live with,
you become suicidal.
- What do you mean?
- Well, that's what we all do, isn't it?
We take what are facts,
and...
Adjust them to something we can manage to live with.
We lie to ourselves to make life less cruel.
- Or you don't give a fuck.
Go for complete honesty,
and just stay high. (laughing)
- [Raymond] (laughing) Yeah.
(fire crackling)
- [Manuela] Oh, man.
- [Henriette] This is WNYC, Henriette Yurchenco,
bringing you the best of New York's folk and blues.
Next up, Judy Collins with "Suzanne."
♪ Suzanne takes you down ♪
♪ To a place by the river ♪
♪ You can hear the boats go by ♪
♪ You can spend the night forever ♪
- I don't know where the songs come from.
I suppose you have to leave your channel open.
But often, you know, something clicks,
and you feel you're in contact with something.
- [Journalist] Hm.
- Or rather, something's in contact with you.
- [Journalist] I like that. Good punchline.
Thank you so much.
- Thank you. I'll see you around, man.
The way out is the window.
- The window? I'll remember that.
- You jump out of the window, yeah.
- Jump? I'll go first. - Yeah, great.
- Leonard.
Come sit over here.
- All right.
(background people chattering) (mellow melodic music)
Hi, I'll just slide in.
I'm Leonard, by the way.
- Nico
- Nico.
Very nice name.
- Reminds me, actually, of when Nico and I met.
Nico, tell the story.
(Nico speaking French)
- Like beautiful people.
You're from the North Pole, Canada?
- Right, yeah, my mother calls me Santa Claus.
I've got the reindeer in room 224
if you'd like to take a ride.
- Hm,
and what do you do?
- Well, then, I just escaped from Verdun Mental Hospital.
Has anyone ever stayed there?
I was visiting a friend, and I asked him,
"Where can I get a coffee?"
He said, "Downstairs."
It was a hot afternoon, I remember and I removed my jacket,
and I left it with my friend,
who, though mentally ill, was no thief.
But as I was downstairs drinking my coffee,
two large men in white uniforms come toward me.
And one of them looks at me and he says,
"Where are you supposed to be right now?"
I said, "In the cafeteria."
They nodded to each other.
"Yeah. Where are you supposed to be right now?"
"In the cafeteria!"
So much so that, after three or four times
of interrogating me, I found that I was shouting,
and shoving them aside, and racing down the corridor,
and they were chasing me, and I was running upstairs.
And it wasn't until a guard identified me
that I was allowed to go back to my friend,
who had eaten my jacket.
(all laughing)
- It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr...
- Mr. Claus, I thought we'd been through this.
- I'm the Easter Bunny, and this is the Tooth Fairy.
(Leonard laughing)
- Which mythological figure are you?
Both David and Goliath.
If you can hear me, just don't say anything. (laughing)
- [Lou] She's Minerva, the queen of winter.
- Queen of winter?
(traffic rumbling) (electric sign buzzing)
(soft guitar music)
Uh!
(waves lapping) (bird calling)
(soft guitar music)
(soft guitar music continues)
♪ I cannot find you, my love ♪
♪ I cannot follow you, my love ♪
♪ You cannot follow me ♪
♪ And the distance you put between ♪
♪ All of the moments that we will be ♪
- Take a button.
♪ You know who I am ♪
- [John Starr Cooke] Chew it slowly.
♪ You stare at the sun ♪
♪ Well, I am the one who loves changing ♪
♪ From nothing to one ♪
- How long does it last?
- Time?
What's time?
Don't fight it.
Let yourself drift.
(soft guitar music)
♪ I need you to suck me dry ♪
♪ I need you ♪
♪ I need you like a child ♪
♪ I need you to carry my children ♪
♪ And I need you to kill a child ♪
(Leonard sighing)
(wings fluttering)
(gentle ethereal music)
(crow cawing)
(gentle ethereal music)
(water bubbling)
(gentle ethereal music)
(crow cawing)
(gentle eerie music)
(rocks clattering)
(gentle eerie music)
(gentle eerie music continues)
(door creaking)
(gentle eerie music)
(door thudding)
(lover moaning softly) (gentle eerie music)
(Marianne vomiting)
(Marianne coughing)
(Marianne groaning softly)
(gentle eerie music)
(crow cawing)
- [John Starr Cooke] Did you find it?
In light?
In the darkness?
(breeze blowing) (wind chime tinkling)
- I just saw through me.
- [John Starr Cooke] What did you see?
(birds chirping) (wind chime tinkling)
- Do you think that sometimes we just...
You wanna believe even though all the evidence is...
There?
- [John Starr Cooke] Stay a few more days.
- We're going home.
(Marianne sighing)
(birds chirping) (wind chime tinkling)
♪ You know who I am ♪
(Marianne spitting)
(Marianne coughing)
♪ You stared at the sun ♪
♪ Well, I am the one ♪
♪ Who loves changing from nothing to one ♪
(soft guitar music)
(soft guitar music continues)
(John Hammond exhales heavily)
- Yeah.
You've got it.
(background people chattering)
I don't know what you know about me, Leonard.
- Well, she told me you signed, ah,
Dylan before he was Mr. Bob Dylan.
- Yes, I did.
I did, I also signed Billie Holiday, Aretha Franklin.
I signed a lot.
Mostly, I signed artists you never heard from again, though.
But anyway, either way,
my bosses don't care what I did yesterday.
They like to play a little game
that's a lot like baseball, Leonard.
You're Canadian, I can explain it to you if you like.
They hurl balls at you, and you swing at the ones
you think are gonna be hits.
If you miss three times, you're out.
Of course, you can choose not to swing at them,
but if they become hits at another label,
well, you're also out.
(background people chattering)
- How many strikes do you have left?
- Oh, you do know the game.
I have one, Leonard, and that's you, potentially.
I told my boss I was thinking of signing you,
and he asked me if I was out of my mind.
He said, "A 32-year-old poet, huh?"
- Well, I really feel much older, if that's any consolation.
- Oh, that's huge, yeah, that'll help the pitch.
Listen, I like the stuff you played me, I do.
- Thank you.
- My fear is that you don't have enough good material.
- I agree with you completely.
I mean, I don't know if the songs are there yet.
But I have some more songs that I've written
that I recorded in the bathroom.
It makes my voice a little more tolerable.
- [John Hammond] In the bathroom?
- But I have those tapes.
- You do? - Yeah.
- Well, let's listen to them.
- Do you mean now?
- Yes. - Okay.
- You're at the Chelsea, yeah?
- [Leonard] Right.
- It's right around the corner, my friend.
- So, what did he say then?
- He said that I've got it.
- You got what?
- That's what I said. - You have talent.
That's for sure, you got talent.
- I'm not sure that's what he was saying.
- You know, American bullshit, bullshit.
- He said he's talking with the record company,
and seeing if they'll sign me.
- Just wait, you'll get it.
You always get it, don't you?
- Get what?
- What you need.
You've always gotten what you need,
in the end.
(background people chattering) (mellow melodic music)
- [Leonard] I want to put her in my drink.
- She's a Nazi. She's a German.
But if you absolutely have to fuck her,
revenge our people.
- She doesn't like me, Irving, she said I was too old.
- Oh, she's a German, you can't trust them.
Why do you want her? You've got Marianne.
Marianne. (laughing)
Marianne.
- Don't worry, that's what I'm thinking of all day.
It kills me. - Yeah.
- I try to write her,
but what, what can you say?
I feel that we need this kind of distance.
And perhaps, it's a grotesque justification,
but I feel we're suffocating a beautiful butterfly.
- Oh, fucking, Jesus fucking Christ, Lenny!
You sound like...
Jane Austen.
Give me your hand.
Are you really going up there,
and sing and play in front of an audience?
- I don't know, I said yes.
I can always smash my guitar before I go on.
- Don't ever doubt your poetry.
Now can we get some drugs on the table?
(Göran speaking Norwegian)
(Marianne speaking Norwegian)
(both speaking Norwegian)
(horse neighing)
(horse's hooves clopping)
(Göran speaking Norwegian)
(soft guitar music)
(pill bottle rattling)
- You're disgusting.
(soft guitar music)
♪ Suzanne takes you down ♪
♪ To her place near the river ♪
♪ You can hear the boats go by ♪
♪ You can spend the night beside her ♪
♪ And you know that she's half, ah ♪
Ah!
♪ And you know that she's half (coughing) ♪
♪ And you know that she's half crazy ♪
Uh!
(hand thudding)
Fucking shit!
Fucking thing!
♪ Marianne ♪
You fucking idiot!
♪ Marianne at the edge of the river ♪
♪ And you know she's crazy ♪
(phone ringing)
- [Marianne] Hello?
- [Leonard] Hi, my love.
- Hi. (laughing)
Where on Earth are you?
- [Leonard] Oh, I'm not on Earth.
I've landed in a completely different planet.
I have no map here.
- What's wrong?
- [Leonard] Sorry, I'm about to go to a theatre,
and go perform.
I'm the secret guest artist.
There are 3,000 people waiting there for me.
I've never felt so unsure, ever,
and I'm scared, Marianne, I sound like a little boy, I know,
but I'm just very, very scared.
I'm going to sing my hit.
You know, I'm going to be a hit,
and I can't even sing.
(soft orchestral music)
- I know that you can.
And this is what you wanted, isn't it?
You can, you can be a singer.
- I don't know if I do want it.
I'm afraid that if I walk out there,
then everything we know is gone.
(gentle orchestral music)
(audience clapping rhythmically)
I suppose I should go.
(audience clapping rhythmically)
- Mm-hm.
(Leonard breathing deeply)
- [Judy] You've all heard my song, "Suzanne"
on my latest album, thank you.
And tonight, out of the shadows,
I brought the man who wrote that great song, Leonard Cohen.
(audience cheering and applauding)
(soft guitar music)
- The guitar has feathers today.
(audience members laughing)
(soft guitar music)
(soft guitar music continues)
♪ Suzanne takes you down ♪
♪ To her place near the river ♪
♪ You can hear the boats go by ♪
♪ You can spend the night beside her ♪
♪ And you know she's crazy ♪
♪ That's why ♪
(gentle eerie music)
(Leonard breathing heavily)
- Everybody, ah, it's Leonard's first time
in front of a big audience.
(Leonard breathing heavily) (door clicking)
Let's see if we can get him back out here again.
(muffled audience applauding)
(audience cheering and applauding)
(Leonard breathing heavily) (soft eerie music)
(audience cheering and applauding)
I think I'll start this one, shall I?
(soft guitar music)
♪ Suzanne takes you down ♪
♪ To a place by the river ♪
♪ You can hear the boats go by ♪
♪ You can spend the night forever ♪
♪ And you know that she's half crazy ♪
♪ And that's why you want to be there ♪
♪ And she feeds you tea and oranges ♪
♪ That come all the way from China ♪
♪ And just when you want to tell her ♪
♪ That you have no love to give her ♪
♪ She gets you on her wavelength ♪
♪ And lets the river answer ♪
♪ That you've always been her lover ♪
♪ And you want to travel with her ♪
♪ You want to travel blind ♪
♪ And you think you'll maybe trust her ♪
♪ For she's touched your perfect body ♪
♪ With her mind ♪