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Her fruit was ripe, I bit
Her fruit was ripe, I bit
I'm nothing more than a humble mongrel
whipped cast, rash and unabashed
Her fruit was ripe, I bit
Her fruit was ripe, I bit
pungent juice wept from the bruise
where the skin was sluice and slobbered on
though the meat was fleshy and sweet
she purred while I grrred
I die every day, to live every night
under the industry of her want for me in our fusty foundry
please no ceremony, I want she, I want she, no matrimony
My fruit was ripe, she bit
My fruit was ripe, she bit
in her belly lay a pip
a'brooding in the oozing
My fruit was ripe, she bit
My fruit was ripe, she bit
huffing and puffing on the mattress stuffing
upon the bunk a fervent funk
in my butcher's hands her soft fruit tendered. She never pretended...
she purred while I grrred
I die every day, to live every night
under the industry of her want for me in our fusty foundry
please no ceremony, I want she for laundry, I want she so I'm not lonely
I want she, I want she, not matrimony
- Album:
- Boy King
- Present Tense
- Soft Future (Single)
- Miscellaneous
- Two Dancers
- Limbo, Panto
- Smother
- Big Cat
- Get My Bang
- Life Is a Bum
- Other Voices: Series 13 (Live)
- Present Tense (Bonus Track Version)
- Wanderlust
- Present Tense (Special Edition)
- Compilation
- Two Dancers (Remixes)
- Brave Bulging Buoyant Clairvoyants (Digital Download)
- Brave Bulging Buoyant Clairvoyants
- Hooting and Howling
- Two Dancers (Bonus Track Version)