Smother Me - Blue Meanies

Smoulder, smoulder, days grow older,

Cinders glow, ashes blow.

Spread across the bedroom floor,

Where everybody wants to go…

I can taste you, I’ve got your hips in my mouth,

I can taste you inside out.

Tension, pressure falls upon me To satisfy her satisfaction.

Smother me, smother me.

Smother me, smother me.

Wrapped up, strapped up in this latex,

I feel claustrophobic.

I can taste you like a dirty gin martini,

I can taste you inside out.

Hold her, hold her, slowly mould her,

While she comes, while she comes.

Sometimes fast, sometimes slow,

When it’s time just let her go.

Rising, rising open wide,

Leaving all the worlds behind.

Smother me, smother me.

Smother me, smother me.

Laa te-da de-da da la,

Laa te-de da de-da da da.

Laa te-da de-da da la,

Laa te-de da de-da da da.

Laa te-da de-da da la,

Laa te-de da de-da da da.

Laa te-da de-da da la,

Laa te-de da de-da da da.