(Words MacManus/O'Riordan music: Costello). I favour a good punishing kiss. it helps pass the lonely afternoon. another stiff drink wipe off that lipstick. For when you reach a certain age. All the most villainous men can be found on Channel Ten. I make them dance in attendance. 'We will be back in a minute or two'. And he will punish that girl. Oh forget the reason. Just look at me I'm lost in a social whirl. She was never so witty. Always struggling to be full of fun. 'On weekdays. From mid-day to one'. In a little black cocktail dress everyone hates. She'll be saving the world inbetween fashion plates. I know what she gets up to in the back of that blacked out limousine. And I catch myself shouting at the screen. I think that it's time to turn over. They say it's harmless I know. A hundred and ten percent certain. Virtually real. If you need something to feel. Then favour a punishing kiss. It helps chase the wasted afternoons. The flowers and pearls. The long lost relations. That love sick tom-boy comes in bloom. The pointless heartache. That seems to belong in my blue room. Can't stand the suspense. The endless embraces. Each episode lends the silly pretence. Say I can look away when I will never miss it. Starts with a joke. And ends with a punishing kiss.