Poppies

He's delighted to love me, but you know
I just don't know what to say to him
I just, I just don't know

Heard it on the radio, it's no good
Heard it on the radio, trust in me
Means you're getting something, it's understood
Maybe he's got somethin' she's not used to

Ten, ten poppies, yeah
Ten, ten poppies, yeah

Meet me on the corner, I'm gonna score
Baby wants somethin', she's in the mood to
Baby wants somethin', I want more
When I don't get it, I get blue, blue

Ten, ten, and it's really comin', really comin'
Ten, ten poppies, yeah
Goin' on the corner, and I'll score
Baby's got somethin', gonna get you through
When I want somethin', I want more
Heard it on the radio, there's nothin' I can do, do

(I'm in the mood to) and I'm a woman and an individual
And I want rockin' real slow
I wanna hear it on the radio
I wanna hear it, I wanna score (poppies)

I wanna hear it on the radio
Baby got it but baby want more
On the radio, heard it on the radio
Baby got it but baby want more
Won't be no need for layin' in the road
Tonight I'm goin' out, oh yeah
Baby got it but baby want more
She won't need it any more

Although she was tense and lean in the sun
Splintered like a country
I was where I pleased to be, a state of pure mind drugs
Gently pulled your finger
Then it starts to soakin' in and spread with butter
Then flowers on the seed (an average)
And then they laid her on the table
She connected with the inhaler
And the needle shiftin' like crazy
She was, she was completely still

It was like a painting of a vase
She just lay there and the gas traveled fast
Through the dorsal spine and down and around
The anal cavity, her cranium (I want more, I wanna score)
Just, it was really great, man
The gas had inflicted her entire spine
With the elements of a voluptuous disease
With a green vapor, made her feet light (at the coffin)
(Gimme, gimme score and some more)

Baby was it in the closet
She maybe get it there, baby tag it
Baby got it and baby begged for it, baby
I don't think (after station) there's any station (I remember when)
Quite as interesting to me (baby worship something) as the 12th station
(Baby laughin' at the flowers)
Tuned in (to the tower) too many centuries were calling to me
And I spin, come down thru time
Oh, watch them say you're too high
Swim through

Hear it on the radio, goddamn in my radio
Gimme what I come here for, give me what I need
Gimme what I know as far as me
If you want to go as far as she
You must look God in the face

Hit me on the radio, hit me on the radio
One long ecstatic pure sensation
Restriction started excreting, started excreting, ah, exhilarating
Bottomless pit

Hey Sheba, hey Salome
Hey, Venus eclipsin' my way, ah
Through the vessel, every woman is a vessel
Is evasive, is aquatic
Everyone, silver ecstatic
Platinum disk spinning