Текст песни Pleasure - Arto Lindsay

There is pleasure and there's pleasure
Places you might say you've never been

You can say there has to be a limit
No air could ever be this rare or this fine

Where did you get that skin you're in
Fits like the one you want to leave behind

In all its innocence my samba
May be hiding some malice within

Not every thing that gives me pleasure
Goes out through the same door it came in

Where did you get that skin you're in
Fits like the one you want to leave behind