Jungle-Affair . Lyrics by fakemink
Room 401, chasing each other after a pillow fight until her wings get tired
My Peroxide blonde on her virgin blonde
She is raspberry pie
Exchanging perfumes like confessions at the Mercer bar
Neon gas eating at the enamel of the teeth
Cheeky wedding vows written on napkins stolen from Mr. Chow’s
In the hotel lobby, waiting for the food
I see her red Agent Provocateur panties, I feel feral
I had blueberry pie all last week and I’m bored of her
I’m hungry to taste this one, I tell her to get up and go to the room
She sits on the sink, she braids her virgin hair
The static of the electric aquarium lamp
She’s mesmerised by the fish, she forgets I’m here
Just cut a socket in your jugular and let me rest in there already
Or let me do it
For I want to know nothing of God’s green fields anymore
The plains of your carcass is my home, whether you like it or not
It won’t lift until I leave
I am sorry, my dear, but I must leave you in this jungle Hell