Miss Flower Songtext
I have just completed mowing your lawn
It remains a labour less of love but the need to be around you
And the grass keeps growing and so needs cutting
So I'm there for the doing
And I go backwards and I go forwards
Striping my way to the borders
Looking at you through the window
I want to taste you, taste your lips
Feel your hair, I want to breathe you
It remains a labour less of love but the need to be around you
And the grass keeps growing and so needs cutting
So I'm there for the doing
And I go backwards and I go forwards
Striping my way to the borders
Looking at you through the window
I want to taste you, taste your lips
Feel your hair, I want to breathe you
Taste your hips, taste your skin
I want to own you
Taste your mouth, taste your fingers
I want to love you
Taste your breath, taste your sweat
Let me adore you
Now I try to imagine you a wine
What sort you'd be and how I would describe you
I read, the vine you come from, grows on hot land
There's a heat running through your veins
I feel it now in mine
This wine's a sensation
Now wouldn't you agree, Ms. Flower?
I want to taste you
Taste your lips, feel your hair
I want to breathe you
Taste your hips, taste your skin
I want to own you Taste your mouth, taste your fingers
I want to love you
Taste your breath, taste your sweat
Let me adore you
Could I have put it any better?
No
What more can I learn but from the master:
"Labels can be extremely helpful to the initiated
And bewildering to the newcomer"
So remember, Ms. Flower, be gentle with me
A few delicate sips to start with before I drink my glass dry
To appreciate the vintage, to enjoy the richness
And fruit to the full could well take several hours
If not days or much longer
Your answers, whispered in my ear, welcome
I want to taste you
Taste your lips, feel your hair
I want to breathe you
Taste your hips, taste your skin
I want to own you
Taste your mouth, taste your fingers
I want to love you
Taste your breath, taste your sweat
Let me adore you
Taste your lips, feel your hair
I want to breathe you
Taste your hips, taste your skin
I want to own you
Taste your mouth, taste your fingers
I want to love you
Taste your breath, taste your sweat
Let me adore you
Taste you
I want to taste you
Love you
I want to taste you
Taste you
I want to taste you
Love you
I want to taste you
Taste you
Love you
I want to own you
Taste your mouth, taste your fingers
I want to love you
Taste your breath, taste your sweat
Let me adore you
Now I try to imagine you a wine
What sort you'd be and how I would describe you
I read, the vine you come from, grows on hot land
There's a heat running through your veins
I feel it now in mine
This wine's a sensation
Now wouldn't you agree, Ms. Flower?
I want to taste you
Taste your lips, feel your hair
I want to breathe you
Taste your hips, taste your skin
I want to own you Taste your mouth, taste your fingers
I want to love you
Taste your breath, taste your sweat
Let me adore you
Could I have put it any better?
No
What more can I learn but from the master:
"Labels can be extremely helpful to the initiated
And bewildering to the newcomer"
So remember, Ms. Flower, be gentle with me
A few delicate sips to start with before I drink my glass dry
To appreciate the vintage, to enjoy the richness
And fruit to the full could well take several hours
If not days or much longer
Your answers, whispered in my ear, welcome
I want to taste you
Taste your lips, feel your hair
I want to breathe you
Taste your hips, taste your skin
I want to own you
Taste your mouth, taste your fingers
I want to love you
Taste your breath, taste your sweat
Let me adore you
Taste your lips, feel your hair
I want to breathe you
Taste your hips, taste your skin
I want to own you
Taste your mouth, taste your fingers
I want to love you
Taste your breath, taste your sweat
Let me adore you
Taste you
I want to taste you
Love you
I want to taste you
Taste you
I want to taste you
Love you
I want to taste you
Taste you
Love you
