Lift up your candle dress
Unweave your nylon spine
In velvet and in onions
You will soon be mine

I am your humble servant
Madam as you see
Tonight I am determined
You will lie along with me

You are an insect mother
With a black shiny head
That parts your cloak to open
Human you upon the bed

You are an insect mother
I your jammy son
And now we've found each other 15
There is nowhere else to run

Lift up your candle dress
Unweave your nylon spine
In velvet and in onions
You will soon be mine

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And all to hope for offal                          15a
In home counties there we run                      16a