Deep into the bay
It would’ve been cold
But I was with a starling
Made of 300 karat gold

She had 500 lovers
But I was number 1
Her thighs were a-pumpin
They brought me to the sun

All of a sudden
She cried outside
My aphrodite
Fell to her side

Wasted bodies lying oh so still
So many lovers in need of organs
Wasted bodies lying oh so still
So many lovers in need of organs

He couldn't help himself
The lonely neighbour
If i had hip for pies
He was between her tights
Well in search for him
His lover b