City sprawls beneath spinning rotors in lilly bloomes leak. Naked, she crawls to the edge, wind whipping hair and arousal alike. “Fly with lilly bloomes leak,” she cries, four fingers pumping while the helicopter spotlight pins her in place. Every thrust matches the blade thump—“lilly bloomes leak, lilly bloomes leak, lilly bloomes leak!”—until she squirts over the ledge, raining “lilly bloomes leak” down on the streets fifty stories below.