Steed (For Jean Genet) (Edit)

Frame me any mantle who can kiss the golden aeries
And l'll make it and find my revolutionaries
Make it to his size (they call) he brushes your hard shoulder
And it's haunted, priming, priming
Press me up against the starry night then turn me over
And l'll take you to meet our lady of the flowers
All that you imagine lies around that shiny corner
You will ride it over and over and over

Baby, won't you buy me a steed?
You better get ready, yeah
Oh, don't you feel it inside me
Yeah, you better get ready, yeah

Lady won't you buy me a steed?
You better get ready, yeah
'Cause don't you know that l'm worth the speed?
Yeah, you better get ready, yeah

Press me up against the starry night then turn me over
And l'll take you to meet our lady of the flowers
All that you imagine lies around that shiny corner
You will ride it over and over and over

Baby, won't you buy me a steed?
You better get ready, yeah
Oh, don't you feel it inside me
Yeah, you better get ready, yeah

Lady, won't you buy me a steed?
You better get ready, yeah
'Cause don't you know that l'm worth the speed?
Yeah, you better get ready, yeah



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Writer(s): Joan Wasser
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