Palaces of Montezuma
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Psychedelic invocations of Mata Hari at the station
I give to you
A Java princess of Hindu birth
A woman of flesh, a child of the Earth
I give to you
Well, the hanging gardens of Babylon
Miles Davis, the black unicorn
I give to you
The Palaces of Montezuma and the Gardens of Akbar's tomb
I give to you
The spider goddess and the needle boy
The slave-dwarves they employ
I give to you
A custard-coloured super dream of Ali McGraw and Steve McQueen
I give to you
C'mon, baby, let's get out of the cold
And give me, give me, give me your precious love for me to hold
The epic of Gilgamesh
A pretty little black A-line dress
I give to you
The spinal cord of JFK
Wrapped in Marilyn Monroe's negligee
I give to you
I want nothing in return
Just the softest little breathless word
I ask of you
A word contained in a grain of sand
That can barely walk, can't even stand
I ask for you
C'mon, baby, let's get out of the cold
And gimme, gimme, gimme your precious love for me to hold
C'mon, baby, come out of the cold, oh yeah
And gimme, gimme, gimme your precious love for me to hold
Damn, oh, come on (ooh-ooh-ooh)
Yeah, come on
Yeah, come on (ooh-ooh-ooh)
Yeah, come on
Yeah, come on
Yeah, come on
Yeah, come on (ooh-ooh-ooh)
Yeah, come on
Yeah, come on
Yeah, come on
Give it to me (ooh-ooh-ooh)
Give it to me
Yeah, give it to me
Give it to me
Give it to me (ooh-ooh-ooh)
Give it to me
Yeah, give it to me
Give it to me
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Psychedelic invocations of Mata Hari at the station
I give to you
A Java princess of Hindu birth
A woman of flesh, a child of the Earth
I give to you
Well, the hanging gardens of Babylon
Miles Davis, the black unicorn
I give to you
The Palaces of Montezuma and the Gardens of Akbar's tomb
I give to you
The spider goddess and the needle boy
The slave-dwarves they employ
I give to you
A custard-coloured super dream of Ali McGraw and Steve McQueen
I give to you
C'mon, baby, let's get out of the cold
And give me, give me, give me your precious love for me to hold
The epic of Gilgamesh
A pretty little black A-line dress
I give to you
The spinal cord of JFK
Wrapped in Marilyn Monroe's negligee
I give to you
I want nothing in return
Just the softest little breathless word
I ask of you
A word contained in a grain of sand
That can barely walk, can't even stand
I ask for you
C'mon, baby, let's get out of the cold
And gimme, gimme, gimme your precious love for me to hold
C'mon, baby, come out of the cold, oh yeah
And gimme, gimme, gimme your precious love for me to hold
Damn, oh, come on (ooh-ooh-ooh)
Yeah, come on
Yeah, come on (ooh-ooh-ooh)
Yeah, come on
Yeah, come on
Yeah, come on
Yeah, come on (ooh-ooh-ooh)
Yeah, come on
Yeah, come on
Yeah, come on
Give it to me (ooh-ooh-ooh)
Give it to me
Yeah, give it to me
Give it to me
Give it to me (ooh-ooh-ooh)
Give it to me
Yeah, give it to me
Give it to me
Credits
Writer(s): Warren Ellis, Nicholas Edward Cave, Martin Casey, James A Sclavunos
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