Shine on Avalon

Ho Baby, if I didn’t exist,

You wouldn’t need to invent me,

Because you don’t know me,

And it’s like giving jam to pigs.

Oh mon amour, together we could reach the sky

And shine on Avalon like tiger diamonds,

Spreading our love and kindness

Hand in hands riding our black mount of love

Heading to flesh paradise,

Bathing in beer and your candy eyes

Surrounded by birds & butterflies

We could sing our lover and lass tender ditties.

You will be my eruption / And I’ll be your clearasil

You will be my Gipsy king / And I’ll be your Queen.

You’ll be my rock / And I’ll be your scallop

You’ll be my moby / And I’ll be your dick

You’ll be my squirrell / And I’ll be your nuts

You’ll be my backroom / And I’ll be your chains

You’ll my Janie / And I’ll be your gun

You’ll my Sultan / And I’ll be your swing

You’ll be my ballroom / And I’ll be your Blitz

You’ll be my Marty / And I’ll be your Doc.

But Baby, you don’t know me

And you don’t have to invent me, because I do exist

So embrace this melody.