Striptease - Mick Harvey, Andrea Schroeder

Is it for you I do this strip-tease?

What do you want me to tell you, please?

One by one, day by day

My illusions go away

Every night, it’s another autumn

Discarding my leaves is utter boredom

And all this, for what, for whom?

Is it for them or for you?

If it’s for you that I am disrobing

It’s for me to tell you that despite coping

Between you and me, you’re just

A voyeur, a little bit rough

But these are only my wild dreams

From my mouth down to my stocking seams

Cause not even you, nobody

Will lay their hands upon me

Here then is the end of the strip-tease

Intoxicates you, objectifies me

Here is the flesh mannequin

Her clothing strewn at the scene

However if I am completely naked

I keep my soul innocent — I can’t fake it

I stay the same in each pose

Simply without any clothes