Carole Baskin
The birds and the bees will never die
I thank the Lord I learnt to fly
The fear down my feet & in my eyes
The sweetest of love I gave to you
My honey the roots I owe to you
Sick as the sweetness Malibu
Your lips where I taste a loaded gun
They call out your name, the summer sun
I am your love, your only son
The death of a preacher soul to keep
To you I belong my soul to meet
I wash all your hair and wash your feet
But I would have died for you
Cause my heart belong to you
This ain't nothing new
May it take us somewhere new
But I would have died for you
Cause my heart belong to you
This ain't nothing new
Nothing new
The conscious awake, the soul asleep
The winners will always taste defeat
The cycle will end, we hit repeat yeah
I gave in my own to all your highs
The fear is deep within my eyes
I willed in the truth between her thighs
I sung in the words of spoken older
Been down this road, in Oklahoma
Cold are the hands that try to hold ya
She kiss down your neck to warm your shoulders
Feed from her breast her hands will mould ya
Look in her eyes a precious smoulder
But I would have died for you
Cause my heart belong to you
This ain't nothing new
May it take us somewhere new
But I would have died for you
Cause my heart belong to you
This ain't nothing new
Nothing new
I thank the Lord I learnt to fly
The fear down my feet & in my eyes
The sweetest of love I gave to you
My honey the roots I owe to you
Sick as the sweetness Malibu
Your lips where I taste a loaded gun
They call out your name, the summer sun
I am your love, your only son
The death of a preacher soul to keep
To you I belong my soul to meet
I wash all your hair and wash your feet
But I would have died for you
Cause my heart belong to you
This ain't nothing new
May it take us somewhere new
But I would have died for you
Cause my heart belong to you
This ain't nothing new
Nothing new
The conscious awake, the soul asleep
The winners will always taste defeat
The cycle will end, we hit repeat yeah
I gave in my own to all your highs
The fear is deep within my eyes
I willed in the truth between her thighs
I sung in the words of spoken older
Been down this road, in Oklahoma
Cold are the hands that try to hold ya
She kiss down your neck to warm your shoulders
Feed from her breast her hands will mould ya
Look in her eyes a precious smoulder
But I would have died for you
Cause my heart belong to you
This ain't nothing new
May it take us somewhere new
But I would have died for you
Cause my heart belong to you
This ain't nothing new
Nothing new
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Writer(s): Saint Kylo, Ross J Farren
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