| LITTLE TEARS OF LOVE
Nothing
pricks like a little death
Taste the salt
upon my breast
Little tears of
love and pain
Tumble down
into my lap again
Your love
comes and surprises me
And leaves a
sweet sticky memory
And we are
flawless in each caress
Of every detail
of all this flesh
All this flesh
Flesh,
flesh, flesh, flesh
This is now
raise your voice
Be brave,
commit, make your choice
We're all the
devil, clothed in flesh
Come on my baby
Let's make some
mess
Here and now
access this soul
Heal my heart
and make me whole
I'm a devotee
of your duress
Give me the
word
And I'll strip
this flesh
Strip this
flesh
Flesh,
flesh, flesh, flesh
Nothing
pricks like a little death
Taste the salt
upon my breast
Little tears of
love and pain
Tumble down
into my lap again
Tumble down
into my lap again
(Written by
Toyah Willcox/Tim Elsenburg)
YOU'RE A
MIRACLE
Love is time
made tangible
Pain is crime
made visible
Touch is
thought made physical
Truth is you
You're a
miracle
What I get
is never what I need
I am what I am
And I want you
I want you
A kiss is
life made possible
Desire is sin
made acceptable
A look is words
made invisible
Truth is you
You're a
miracle
What I get
is never what I need
I am what I am
And I want you
I want you
I want you
I want you
Truth is you
You're a
miracle
And I want
you
And I want you
(Truth is you,
you're a miracle)
And I want
you
(Truth is you,
you're a miracle)
And I want
you
(Truth is you,
you're a miracle)
I want you,
I want you
I want you
And I want you
(Truth is you,
you're a miracle)
(Written by
Toyah Willcox/Tim Elsenburg).
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MOTHER Mother I want a lover
I want your son
Maybe he's 20
years too young
Maybe I'll give
him
20 years more
fun
Just begun his
sentimental education
Mother I
want flesh
Time
deconstruction
Maybe undo what
time has done
I'm too
qualified to give up
Lie down and
die
This is my
Unsentimental
education
Maybe I'll
free him
Maybe I'll try
I'd rather do
something
I just can't
reply
Here we are
thinking
There's a whole
world sinning
Let's begin his
sentimental education
Sha la la la
la la la
La la la la la
- aa
Sha la la la
la la la
La la la la la
- aa
REPEAT
ENTIRE SONG
Mother I
want a lover
I want your son
I want a lover
I want more fun
(Written
by Toyah Willcox/Tim Elsenburg)
EXPERIENCE
Your finger
nails are dirty
Your lips are
dry and cracked
Hours come
and go
And your eyes
are still open
So I stare
And you stare
back
It twists,
It turns
Experience
You live, you
learn
Experience
Half past
eleven
And I'm still
shaking
I can't smoke
my cigarette
From
somewhere inbetween
A whisper to a
scream
I wait for you
To take a
breath
It twist, It
turns
Experience
You live, you
learn
Experience
And God only
knows
I've been
around
Is it time to
go home yet?
And he's a
night
I won't be
putting down to
Experience
Experience
(Written by Tim
Elsenburg).
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