I couldn't buy you with a hundred cattle
But you hike in shells and feathers up the African beach
I am king here, tied to this hut by the king's chain
My power's like a tree and green taboo to me
The chameleon lies in your dusty fingers
And blue flies circle your head like stars
Jump into me now, I must not see the water
Let me sip weakness from your dark nipples

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