Lunch

The skin of the aubergine creaks like a latex boot

The salad with artichoke is dressed in a oil slick suit

The sting of the mandarin makes me shudder

The skin of the aubergine creaks like a latex suit

I dip my toes in the jelly

watch them glide around the goo

I've got some bowls at the ready, I do

Now I need you

The shell of the hazelnut cracks like a hunting whip

The skin of the cantaloupe is tough like a bulldog clip

The kick of the capsiscum is hot like summer

The shell of the hazelnut cracks like a hunting whip

Chorus

Lunch together, in my flat, what could be sweeter than that

The skin of the aubergine creaks like a latex boot

The salad with artichoke is dressed in an oil slick suit