Poppies

He's delighted to love me, but you know I just don't know what to say to him I just, I just don't know Heard it on the radio, it's no good Heard it on the radio, trust in me Means you're getting something, it's understood Maybe he's got somethin' she's not used to Ten, ten poppies, yeah Ten, ten poppies, yeah Meet me on the corner, I'm gonna score Baby wants somethin', she's in the mood to Baby wants somethin', I want more When I don't get it, I get blue, blue Ten, ten, and it's really comin', really comin' Ten, ten poppies, yeah Goin' on the corner, and I'll score Baby's got somethin', gonna get you through When I want somethin', I want more Heard it on the radio, there's nothin' I can do, do (I'm in the mood to) and I'm a woman and an individual And I want rockin' real slow I wanna hear it on the radio I wanna hear it, I wanna score (poppies) I wanna hear it on the radio Baby got it but baby want more On the radio, heard it on the radio Baby got it but baby want more Won't be no need for layin' in the road Tonight I'm goin' out, oh yeah Baby got it but baby want more She won't need it any more Although she was tense and lean in the sun Splintered like a country I was where I pleased to be, a state of pure mind drugs Gently pulled your finger Then it starts to soakin' in and spread with butter Then flowers on the seed (an average) And then they laid her on the table She connected with the inhaler And the needle shiftin' like crazy She was, she was completely still It was like a painting of a vase She just lay there and the gas traveled fast Through the dorsal spine and down and around The anal cavity, her cranium (I want more, I wanna score) Just, it was really great, man The gas had inflicted her entire spine With the elements of a voluptuous disease With a green vapor, made her feet light (at the coffin) (Gimme, gimme score and some more) Baby was it in the closet She maybe get it there, baby tag it Baby got it and baby begged for it, baby I don't think (after station) there's any station (I remember when) Quite as interesting to me (baby worship something) as the 12th station (Baby laughin' at the flowers) Tuned in (to the tower) too many centuries were calling to me And I spin, come down thru time Oh, watch them say you're too high Swim through Hear it on the radio, goddamn in my radio Gimme what I come here for, give me what I need Gimme what I know as far as me If you want to go as far as she You must look God in the face Hit me on the radio, hit me on the radio One long ecstatic pure sensation Restriction started excreting, started excreting, ah, exhilarating Bottomless pit Hey Sheba, hey Salome Hey, Venus eclipsin' my way, ah Through the vessel, every woman is a vessel Is evasive, is aquatic Everyone, silver ecstatic Platinum disk spinning