Psychedelic invocations Of Mata at the station I give to you A Java princess of Hindu birth A woman of flesh a child of earth I give to you The hanging gardens of Babylon Miles Davis the black unicorn I give to you The Palaces on Montezuma And the Gardens of Akbar's Tomb I give to you The Spider Goddess and Needle Boy The slave-dwarves that they employ I give to you A custard-coloured super-dream Of Ali McGraw and Steve McQueen I give to you
Oh c'mon baby, let's get out of the cold
And give me your precious love to hold
The Epic of Gilgamesh A pretty little black A-line dress I give to you The spinal cord of JFK Wrapped in Marilyn Monroe's negligee I give to you I want nothing in return Just the softest little breathless word I ask of you A word contained in a grain of sand That can barely walk can't even stand I ask of you
Oh c'mon baby, let's get out of the cold And gimme your precious love to hold
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Oh c'mon baby, let's get out of the cold
And give me your precious love to hold
The Epic of Gilgamesh A pretty little black A-line dress I give to you The spinal cord of JFK Wrapped in Marilyn Monroe's negligee I give to you I want nothing in return Just the softest little breathless word I ask of you A word contained in a grain of sand That can barely walk can't even stand I ask of you
Oh c'mon baby, let's get out of the cold And gimme your precious love to hold
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