The plugs are being pulled on her
She is going dim like Hal
Blown out by an overload
An O. D. royale
O. D. royale

Sinking in the fathom less depths
Of her piss n’ vinegar morale
Suffering suffocation
A cat in a sack in the canal
O. D. royale

Shaking, aching, quaking, breaking down
Symptomatic signs of grand mal
Never no more the ‘It Girl’ nor the face of L’Oreal
O. D. royale

And the world has gone cold
Like a death row dinner
‘World’s gone cold
Like a death row dinner
‘World’s gone cold
Like a death row dinner

Those legs have turned to taffy
Such a fading femme fatal
Weighted by drop earrings
And a dose of seconal
She won’t be coming up for air
She’s changing her local
O. D. royale

And the world has gone cold
Like a death row dinner
‘World’s gone cold
Like a death row dinner
‘World’s gone cold
Like a death row dinner
And the world has gone cold
Like a death row dinner
‘World’s gone cold
Like a death row dinner
‘World’s gone cold
Like a death row dinner