You're My Pride and Joy, etc

The sleeve, it fell down,
and the record did spin
and the teenager bounced to her bed once again.
The rattle of beads.
The sun through the glass.
The RPM RPM forever farce.

A ray through the clouds
to the newest of hearts.
A ray from a tower, projecting the arts.
Spiralling bliss
not made to forget.
Beautiful, bright, bold and bad pirouette.

Fornicate to me,
a thin plastic sheet,
all rattled with grooves and all laid out all neat.
The sleeve, it fell down,
and the record did spin
and the teenager bounced to her bed once again.