In the Clovers

Your nerves deeming you fond And miracle is growing like the clove The curfew will always undermine love They can wait (My peel hits the ceiling And your fume is the perfume I missed you, I missed you) Come to him who's full of heart If you decide to stay all night Pull and pluck deep out from him And soak inside until entirely dyed up (The peel, it deserts you) Her lust dress, teasing, teaching Her lust dress, twisting, stretching Your fume is the perfume And I hope in the clovers I'll not count all night (all night) I'll not count all night (all night)