Liquid Lover

I want to hear you sing our song Whilst I blow slowly into your orifice I want to blow the parts of the song you can't hear into you So much that it fills you up and I can love even more of you I want to rub my nose, my identity, right into your pubic hair Feel it like a brillo, feel it like a love balloon Trading fluids, trading fluids, trading fluids I want you to know that kind of liquid congeals And turns into sight, turns into eyes So that you can only see full of love I want to keep filling your balloon With all the love you can take I want to watch you watching me do it Smiling, keeping your blinkless big eyeballs affixed I want to hold your sweet eyeballs And gently pluck them and pop them Whilst I hold them high over my mouth hole I'll save the liquids so we can bottle it up and sell it And I can pay you for your love And I can pay you for your beauty And I can pay you I want to make you rich but humble Because you deserve nothing less But shouldn't know a thing more I'd kill to turn you into money And seep right into your inside and make you greener