Mulberry Love

She is bare on my red velvet chair flung out like a rug
And though I know she is barbed like a wire
I am tempted to touch
She’s a lady of shipwrecks, my god, how she hurts
But as a man I am damned with desire for her
For her sweet pheromone skin
I am flesh in her sun
'cause I cannot resist her
Mulberry Love
No I cannot resist her
Mulberry Love
Oh she leaves and arrives like the skies of a rolling storm
And while away she will play planting and watering wars
But oh how she molds to my lips like a comfortable shirt
And I cannot lie, I would die for a mouthfull of her
For her sweet pheromone skin
I am flesh in her sun
'cause I cannot resist her
Mulberry Love
No I cannot resist her Mulberry Love
No I cannot resist her Mulberry Love