I could be like a snowflake
fallen
all the way from heaven
into a magpie's nest,
only to place my powdered cheek
gently upon his hairy chest.
I could be his Maiden Marianne
gift-wrapped in cloak and silken hood,
oh, a robin-redbreast
sitting
high up in the tree-tops ...-
of his mo(u)rning wood.
I need, I need a silver-furred
a sugar sugar-daddy-bear,
someone who loves
the front of me,
who likes to pay and loves to care.
A frizzly ursus,
strong but cute,
adorable in leather, denim or tweed-suit.
I'd polish silver, 'cause I long to be spooned
on the dark, dark side of the palest moon ...
Mandrake grows beneath the gallows
in the shape of the one thing that you should never swallow.
I know, he may look like the cutest thing you've ever seen
but, Honey,
we just don't know
where this old thing of his had been ...
I almost had a secret love affair
with a dead boy's underwear.
I nicked it from the montuary,
but the damn thing
was far too small for me.
That's why each time I hear the postman ring,
I can't help wondering
what he might bring.
Oh, will he have something for me,
and, if so,
I wonder ...
how large will his package be?
The chimney-sweep, the chimney-sweep,
he came at two o'clock,
I showed him where the furnace was,
and he showed me his cock.
He wore a bomber-jacket, black,
but his hair-cut was crap,
it took him rather long to finish his annual check ...
A sylvan stronghold
for the golden child,
built and looked after
by heart bequiled.
A guard, a servant
and a loyal king,
a winter-garden
and a thermal-spring ...
I need, I need a silver-furred
a sugar sugar-daddy-bear,
someone who loves
the front of me,
who likes to pay and loves to care.
A frizzly ursus,
strong but cute,
adorable in leather, denim or tweed-suit.
I'd polish silver, 'cause I long to be spooned
on the dark, dark side of the palest moon ...
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