I Couldn't Buy You With A Hundred Cattle

But You Hike In Shells And Feathers

Up The African Beach,

I Am King Here, Tied To This Hut By The King's Chain

My Power's Like A Tree And Green Taboo To Me



The Chameleon Lies In Your Dusty Fingers,

And Blue Flies Circle Your Head Like Stars;

Jump Into Me Now, I Must Not See The Water,

Let Me Sip Weakness From Your Dark Nipples