I Need A Child
WILLY NOEL DE MOOR
Need a child
Into my middle
I need a child
A wild one
Under my skin
A little bone
A speaking tree
Is growing on me
I've got flowers exploding on my swinging tit's
So many flowers exploding on my swinging tit's
I need a child
My heart is a dead frog hauting on my broken throat
With the red lipstick stuck and his bleeding mooth
I can't breath
It's so cold, warm me up, feel me up, build me a child
I'm in bloom "boom" into my middle
I'm in blue boom into my heart
I'm in bloom "boom" into my middle
I'm in blue boom into my heart
Since the day of my brothers' birth
Oh brothers'-bird, I've understood
There's a mother exploding on my swinging tit's
So many flowers exploding on my swinging tit's
I need a child