I still remember her name

I’ve lost all control of my jaw:
Karen, you are evolution’s coda.
I know I should say this more.

I’m just a floating fungal spore
drawn to your pitiless odour.
I’ve lost all control of my jaw.

Our dancing is like semaphore;
we share more than just this powder.
I know I should say this more.

Let me drink you with a curly straw,
let me flake you in to chowder:
I’ve lost all control of my jaw.

Let’s elope to Singapore,
my ornately carved pagoda.
I know I should say this more.

At least, let’s go to the dancefloor
with a Malibu and soda.
I’ve lost all control of my jaw:
I know I should say this more.