Channel 63 (Promises! Promises!)

Her greyscale garb

Unravelled across the window

My eyes were drawn like a shade

My heart was like a hand-grenade

And I wanted to follow

I was the exploding shadow

And she was hollow

She was so hollow

Channel sixty-three

You’ve got your “Promises! Promises!”

Look what you promised me

Her eyes were sepia still-frames

The kind that keep ya thrilled, James

My hands quivered across the pane

My lips mouthed and mouthed “Jayne!”

And I wanted to taste the flames

I was a champion at hot games

And she coolly warmed me up

She was warming me up

Channel sixty-three

You’ve got your “Promises! Promises!”

Look what you promised me

Her hair was the Hollywood shade

Aglow in the ocean’s moonlight

My first urge was to grab it

My leaping lover, the playful rabbit

And I wanted to end up in her room

I was wanting to spend the night

And she slipped out of her costume

She was without a costume

Channel sixty-three

You’ve got your “Promises! Promises!”

Look what you promised me