She sees flames in the kitchen it's a vision of hell   a sign that madam is not feeling well      Like the pigeons in the yard she's getting fat on starch   She's cooking for sailors and combing her hair in the dark   She loves everybody she'll even love me   When I'm born in the traffic on the rolling seas   She's in over her head      It's either the pairing of the woman on the floor above   Or long static shots of half naked men in the desert   She loves everybody ...