Tiny angels on her bodynLittle voices in her headnWhen the sun is upnShe flies around in a supercarnWhen the moon is fullnShe's down to earth like a falling starnnI feel so ill, don't want you to touch me, touch menI feel so sick, I'd better take another now it'snAll over, all overnnEveryone is Mr. SleepynEverything is deeply rednWhen the sun is upnShe slips around like a pool of oilnWhen the moon is fullnShe's cleaning up little bits of foil.nnI feel so good, don't want it to stop now, stop nownI feel so fine and I'd better take another now it'snAll over, all overnnTiny cells go every minutenLittle days go off the endnWhen the sun is upnShe spins around like a racing wheelnWhen the moon is hillnShe eats a little kitten mealnnI feel so ill, don't want you to hate me, hate menI feel so nothing and I'd rather take another now it'snAll over, all over