Marc Almond - My Little Lovers Lyrics
A tearful tincture washesThe cabbage green skiesBeneath the dribbling treeWith tender shoots...Your raincoatsWhite with special moonsWith round eyesKnock together your kneecapsMy ugly onesWe loved each otherAt that timeBlue, ugly oneWe ate soft boiled eggsAnd chickweedOne evening, you anointed me poetBlond ugly oneCome down here that I may whip youAcross my lapI spewed your brilliantineBlack, ugly oneYou would chop my mandolinOn the edge of my browUgh! my dried salivaRed-haired, ugly oneStill infects the trenchesOf your round breastOh my little loversHow I hate youPlaster with painful blistersYour ugly titsStamp on my old potsOf sentimentCome on upBe ballerinas for meJust for a minuteOhhhh.....Your shoulder bladesAre dislocatedOh, my lovesA star on your lame backTurn your turnsAnd yet its for these mutton shouldersThat Ive written poemsI would like to smash your hipsFor having lovedPointless heap of failed starsCrowd the cornersYou will burst in godSaddled with ignoble worriesBeneath the special moonsWith round eyesKnock together your kneecapsMy ugly ones!
