Song | Shave, If You Love Me (Remix) |
Artist | Sopor Æternus & the Ensemble of Shadows |
Album | Sanatorium Altrosa: Musical Therapy For Spiritual Dysfunction |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Anna-Varney Cantodea | |
作词 : Anna-Varney Cantodea | |
Wax the monkey, shave the bear | |
Jungle-creatures won't be fed in here | |
trim the hedges, cut the trees | |
then you'll know how affection feels | |
Shave the monkey, wax the bear | |
Such hairy creatures cannot stay in here | |
Trim the hedges, and trim the tree | |
who is there hiding in the shrubbery?! | |
Where there's a hole there is an ace | |
I will put a smile on your grumpy face | |
we're fifty something, well-aged wine | |
if you're wooden in your cask that's just fine. | |
I'll be your garland queen of Lace | |
the Sleeping Beauty in our maze | |
oh, fifty something well aged win | |
me, the wooden cask, that's fine | |
I know you like me to watch you piss | |
you're only waiting to be kissed | |
you're such a beauty to behold | |
here comes a shower and it's made of gold | |
I'm a flower, water me | |
let's build a castle by the sea! | |
You're like the sun-shine, morning breeze | |
the sun shines warm on your disease ... - | |
such pollen makes the black birds sneeze. | |
Who is there sitting on your back? | |
There is no need for a sneak attack! | |
If you're monastic to my bliss. | |
Then I will be faithful ... like syphilis. | |
Poor friar dreaming in his cell(s) | |
he knows the art of tonsure well. | |
and all the songs a blade can sing | |
sugh is the Easter that I bring" | |
The bells are chiming in (y)our vaults, | |
I am the goddess that unfolds | |
iconic beauty, as yet unseen | |
if you're only courting | |
the Virgin Queen. |
zuo qu : AnnaVarney Cantodea | |
zuo ci : AnnaVarney Cantodea | |
Wax the monkey, shave the bear | |
Junglecreatures won' t be fed in here | |
trim the hedges, cut the trees | |
then you' ll know how affection feels | |
Shave the monkey, wax the bear | |
Such hairy creatures cannot stay in here | |
Trim the hedges, and trim the tree | |
who is there hiding in the shrubbery?! | |
Where there' s a hole there is an ace | |
I will put a smile on your grumpy face | |
we' re fifty something, wellaged wine | |
if you' re wooden in your cask that' s just fine. | |
I' ll be your garland queen of Lace | |
the Sleeping Beauty in our maze | |
oh, fifty something well aged win | |
me, the wooden cask, that' s fine | |
I know you like me to watch you piss | |
you' re only waiting to be kissed | |
you' re such a beauty to behold | |
here comes a shower and it' s made of gold | |
I' m a flower, water me | |
let' s build a castle by the sea! | |
You' re like the sunshine, morning breeze | |
the sun shines warm on your disease ... | |
such pollen makes the black birds sneeze. | |
Who is there sitting on your back? | |
There is no need for a sneak attack! | |
If you' re monastic to my bliss. | |
Then I will be faithful ... like syphilis. | |
Poor friar dreaming in his cell s | |
he knows the art of tonsure well. | |
and all the songs a blade can sing | |
sugh is the Easter that I bring" | |
The bells are chiming in y our vaults, | |
I am the goddess that unfolds | |
iconic beauty, as yet unseen | |
if you' re only courting | |
the Virgin Queen. |
zuò qǔ : AnnaVarney Cantodea | |
zuò cí : AnnaVarney Cantodea | |
Wax the monkey, shave the bear | |
Junglecreatures won' t be fed in here | |
trim the hedges, cut the trees | |
then you' ll know how affection feels | |
Shave the monkey, wax the bear | |
Such hairy creatures cannot stay in here | |
Trim the hedges, and trim the tree | |
who is there hiding in the shrubbery?! | |
Where there' s a hole there is an ace | |
I will put a smile on your grumpy face | |
we' re fifty something, wellaged wine | |
if you' re wooden in your cask that' s just fine. | |
I' ll be your garland queen of Lace | |
the Sleeping Beauty in our maze | |
oh, fifty something well aged win | |
me, the wooden cask, that' s fine | |
I know you like me to watch you piss | |
you' re only waiting to be kissed | |
you' re such a beauty to behold | |
here comes a shower and it' s made of gold | |
I' m a flower, water me | |
let' s build a castle by the sea! | |
You' re like the sunshine, morning breeze | |
the sun shines warm on your disease ... | |
such pollen makes the black birds sneeze. | |
Who is there sitting on your back? | |
There is no need for a sneak attack! | |
If you' re monastic to my bliss. | |
Then I will be faithful ... like syphilis. | |
Poor friar dreaming in his cell s | |
he knows the art of tonsure well. | |
and all the songs a blade can sing | |
sugh is the Easter that I bring" | |
The bells are chiming in y our vaults, | |
I am the goddess that unfolds | |
iconic beauty, as yet unseen | |
if you' re only courting | |
the Virgin Queen. |