C'est bien mieux comme ça

de Gillian Hills

Oh me with my buddha knees
Oh me with my buddha knees
You're the berry whip to my cone of cream

(Yes, yes)

You're the trip from which I should flee
On the throne of your feet
Let me lay my neck, my titi of diamonds

(He says)

Your sword so sharp
Cuts at the nape of my heart
Cuts at the nape of my heart
Cuts at the nape of my heart

With brilliant slick black hair
We're arms to rival poles
He draws in the stars around my soul
Cuts my ginger toes
Cuts my ginger toes
Cuts my ginger toes

This little piggy is going to market
A strawberry dream for the big bad bear
I'll protect you says he
From milestones a sheep may grow
As you grow tall, I'll slay all kings
Even the very lord
Even the very lord
Even the very lord
Even the very lord
Even the very lord

Oh me with my buddha knees
Oh me with my buddha knees
You're the berry whip to my cone of cream

(He says)

You're the trip from which I should flee
Let me lay my neck
Nefertiti, my titi, my titi of diamonds

Yes, yes, he was my neptune, my daddy bluebeard
When I gazed inside the mirror
I saw the face I would wear
Beyond my eleventh year
Beyond my eleventh year
Beyond my eleventh year
Beyond my eleventh year

(Yes, yes)
(Yes, yes)
(Yes, yes)
(Oh me with my buddha knees)
(Yes, yes)
Oh me with my buddha knees
Oh me with my buddha knees
(He says)
Let me lay my neck, my titi of diamonds

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