Poppy Burt-Jones - Beady Belle

Poppy Burt-Jones, you know what I mean

Poppy Burt-Jones, say no more, say no more

Poppy Burt-Jones, oh, yeah

Poppy Burt-Jones, all right

The more tempting the forbidden fruit

The more illegal to give in

I made myself a salad

Of the sweetest seductions I long for

I’m in the middle of a harvest festival

Where I gorge myself with sin

There are so many of them now

I’m not regretting anymore

The more reasons there are there to sin

The smaller the sin is

I’ve tons of reasons to continue

In the direction I’ve already started

I’ve no will at all to stop

And no wish to relinquish

I’m totally within my right

To be delighted and light-hearted

Poppy Burt-Jones, you know what I mean

Poppy Burt-Jones, say no more, say no more

Poppy Burt-Jones, oh, yeah

Poppy Burt-Jones, all right

The more thorough thinking

The more likely this goes down the drain

So kiss me, kiss me, kiss me

Before this blessed moment has passed

I’m an innocent sufferer of elemental forces

I am not to blame

I can’t avoid what’s all-embracing

It cannot be bypassed

Poppy Burt-Jones, you know what I mean

Poppy Burt-Jones, say no more, say no more

Poppy Burt-Jones, oh, yeah

Poppy Burt-Jones, all right

Poppy Burt-Jones, you know what I mean

Poppy Burt-Jones, say no more, say no more

Poppy Burt-Jones, oh, yeah

Poppy Burt-Jones, all right