| My woman strolls the lawn in her silk kimono
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| She reads the poems of dead men, then takes my photo
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| Kill me quick while happiness is honey-thick
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| I am heathen, head of Janus, salty lick
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| Don’t keep my ego topped up like a glass of full-fat milk
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| Be mine, be yours
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| Forget it, blue-eyed baby
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| (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| Be mine, be yours
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| Don’t sweat it, blue-eyed baby
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| (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| We lie in the hammock of prophetic dreams
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| More than crutches for each other’s self-esteem
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| Let my room smell of woman, brine of sea
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| Wrap me up in scarves of femininity
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| Don’t keep my ego topped up like a glass of full-fat milk
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| Be mine, be yours
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| Forget it, blue-eyed baby
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| (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| Be mine, be yours
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| Don’t sweat it, blue-eyed baby
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| (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| Be mine, be yours
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| Forget it, blue-eyed baby
|
| (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| Be mine, be yours
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| Don’t sweat it, blue-eyed baby
|
| (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| Be mine, be yours
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| Forget it, blue-eyed baby
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| (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| Be mine, be yours
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| Don’t sweat it, blue-eyed baby
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| (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) |