I.C.U - Anja Garbarek

Give me a nutra sweet talking guy

Give an insulation man

Give me a helium kind of boy

Give me anyone

Where did you go?

Where did you go?

Where did you go?

Where did you go?

Give me a nutra sweet talking guy

Who can make me feel real

Like a glucose custard cake

Served on a styrofoam plate

I’m not asking for much

I’m not asking for much, now am i?

I’m not asking for much

I’m not asking for much

Give me a helium kind of boy

Who can blow up my mind

Like a zeppelin into the sky

Like the Hindenburg

I’m not asking for much

I’m not asking for much, now am i?

I’m not asking for much

I’m not asking for much

I’m not asking for much

I’m not asking for much, now am i?

I’m not asking for much

I’m not asking for much

(Fill me up, fill me up, fill me upside down)

(I — see — you)

Give me an insulation man

Who can keep me warm

Holding me snugly in his arms

In an asbestos embrace

I’m not asking for much

I’m not asking for much, now am i?

I’m not asking for much

I’m not asking for much

I’m not asking for much

I’m not asking for much, now am i?

I’m not asking for much

I’m not asking for much

(Fill me upside down)

I’m not

I’m not asking for much

(Fill me upside down)

Where did you go Where did you go