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My woman strolls the lawn in her silk kimono.
She reads the poems of dead men then takes my photo.
Kill me quick while happiness is honey-thick.
I am heathen, head of Janus, salty lick.

(Don’t keep my ego topped up
like a glass of full-fat milk.)

Be mine, be yours. Forget it,
blue-eyed baby. (yeah/yeah/yeah/yeah/yeah)
Be mine, be yours. Don’t sweat it,
blue-eyed baby. (yeah/yeah/yeah/yeah/yeah).

We lie in the hammock of prophetic dreams,
more than crutches for each other’s self-esteem.
Let my room smell of woman, brine of sea.
Wrap me up in scarves of femininity.

(Don’t keep my ego topped up
like a glass of full-fat milk.)

Be mine, be yours. Forget it,
blue-eyed baby. (yeah/yeah/yeah/yeah/yeah)
Be mine, be yours. Don’t sweat it,
blue-eyed baby. (yeah/yeah/yeah/yeah/yeah).

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