matricide+taxidermy

i smell the blood of an englishman
(imagination run away with you)

we have whine&wine
2 bottles of sighs

who knows where
to here knows when
i'm rather happy

but sex is far too damaging
(if you're lovelie you should spread for the world)

i'd like to be made of water

i wonder if i get mad because i am mad
or hurt or sad

but everything is so much simpler than i think and so am i


wonder what i need