You know she’s making jam today: you know she says she don’t care.
I meet her down on the freeway: she got a rose in her hair.
She’s kinda too hot to handle: it’s like she sets you on fire.
I watched her kick off her sandals: you know that she is no liar.
Where did you go? My Domino.
Je suis venu te dire que je m’en vais et te larmes ni pourrant rien changez.
Always remember forget.
Comme di si bien Verlaine au vent me vais. Je suis venu te dire que je m’en vais.
Let me tell you a story bout a beauty I know,
She rides the range on a palomino.
One black night as she pitched her tent,
She wondered what the shadows through the firelight meant,
& then 5 evil men stepped into the light.
Hi-ho hiddledly hee: they tied her with a rope against a sycamore tree.
Hi-ho hiddledy hoo: they said you’re gonna do just what we tell you to.
They left her tied her to that tree with that rope,
Then they went sat down & got drunk & they smoked.
She slipped that rope & found herself a gun,
It went (bang bang bang) til’ every man was done
& then she saddled up that gee-gee & slipped into the night.
Hi-ho hiddledy hee: 5 men laying by the sycamore tree
Hi-ho hiddledy har: don’t try to force your fingers in the cookie jar.
We had a thing going on, said ‘Hi’ at the gym one day.
The fun we had was dangerous: the danger was like fun to us:
The texts you sent were outrageous.
Just two believers in fantasy: searching for some kind of thrill.
It seems like so long since I met you girl,
Didn’t you ever realise neither of us told lies?
You’d visit my house in the day & one day I came round there.
Don’t get upset & don’t you cry cos there is no good reason why:
You weren’t exactly camera-shy.
How did we find time, Jilly? Find the time?
Didn’t you ever realise everything is finite?
Best of love next time: Best of love...
Down the fence, on the ground you begin to swoon.
Yellow window light through the back garden gloom.
Two pies on the sill & they both smell nice:
One contains fruit & one contains lice.
Stir it to the left, stir it to the right:
Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake: pastry white.
Steal the wrong one & they cry & shout:
3,000 fleas just flirted out.
Talking piping-hot field, I’m talking piping-hot mud:
Talking struggling, bubbling blood:
Appear to the top, appear to the top,
Right funny field & hot lava stuff:
Where the bubbles play & the steam rolls away:
Keep away from the boiling fat. (Oh, the solemn sweet filth).
There’s a fruit flying on through the sands of time:
Colours of red, orange & green: mixed.
Will it lick you or will it bite you? You can never tell.
If it licks you you’re cured from disease:
If it bites you, you’re as cursed as life
Only maybe will you live or die.
Don’t rake up the past cos it’ll make you cry,
You’re feeling hung-up & you don’t know why.
Video, video, Doulton figure, stereo, radio, she pop video.
Doh a deer a female deer: Bambi do you remember me Bambi?
Don’t rake up the past cos it’ll make you sigh,
Look out of the window at things you see from the side.
Woh a deer a female deer: Bambi do you remember me Bambi?
(Doe: a deer a female deer. Ray: a drop of golden sun)
Bonjour, how do? To you & you & you
Auf Wiedersehn, adieu: to you & you & you.
Inez, Inez making her way
Medusa: you won’t seduce her (Medusa).
One breast is bare, the eyes are wide,
One arm outstretched: she leaps across the bay.
She’s like a dream: Medusa.
She is a stranger in the night, she is a stranger in this galaxy.
Iris: Iris can you see straight?
Your vision’s getting stronger, stronger every day.
Iris: are you ready for your pre-med?
Tie the gown behind you: wait until they come.
Iris: would you like a piece of fruit cake?
I know that it’s your favourite, I’ll bring a cup of tea.
Dim light: are you sure that its not too bright
Iris in the dim light: by the window sill.
(Look at the rainbow: come into the light.
Promise you Iris: step into the night.
My Krystina: have you seen her? Hey Krystina: walking down the street.
Blonde hair, blue eyes: my Krystina. Little jacket: move your pretty feet.
She strong woman, she drink bottle, my Krystina: move your pretty feet.
A flight of stairs, a thin yellow rug: before Krystina’s door.
9 to 5: it’s the time of your life, 9 to 5.
Sign your name for the time of your life: Caroline.
Is there something there? Behind Jiig-Cal?