Wednesday, 23 May 2007

And some machines are dropped from great heights lovingly and some bellies ache with many bumblebees (and they sting so terribly).




























Baby

Black, black, black is all you see
Don't you want to be free?

Baby
Red, red fire is what you breathe
Don't you want to be clean?

Honey, the shape you're in
Is worth every dime you spent
Baby Doll

Turn out the lights
Set yourself on fire
Say goodnight
Did you have a real cool time?

Baby
Black, black, black is all you see
Don't you want to be free?