Palaces of Montezuma

Psychedelic invocations Of Mata Hari at the station I give to you A Java princess of Hindu birth A woman of flesh, a child of earth I give to you Well, the hanging gardens of Babylon Miles Davis, the black unicorn I give to you The Palaces of Montezuma And the Gardens of Akbar's tomb I give to you The spider goddess and the needle boy The slave-dwarves they employ I give to you A custard-coloured super dream Of Ali McGraw and Steve McQueen I give to you C'mon baby, let's get out of the cold And give me, give me, give me your precious love for me to hold The epic of Gilgamesh A pretty little black A-line dress I give to you The spinal cord of JFK Wrapped in Marilyn Monroe's negligee I give to you I want nothing in return Just the softest little breathless word I ask of you A word contained in a grain of sand That can barely walk, can't even stand I ask for you C'mon baby, let's get out of the cold And gimme, gimme, gimme your precious love for me to hold C'mon baby, come out of the cold, oh yeah And gimme, gimme, gimme your precious love for me to hold Damn, oh come on Yeah, come on Yeah, come on Yeah, come on Yeah, come on Yeah, come on Yeah, come on Yeah, come on Yeah, come on Yeah, come on Give it to me Give it to me Yeah, give it to me Give it to me Give it to me Give it to me Yeah, give it to me Give it to me