Flame Lyrics

Oh when I taste champagne
I see flames upon the Seine
I know the stains on your satin skirt
come from another lover
& your sweet sixteen proportions
aren't kept undercover
for you never played that mother virgin
like so many others
oo for you are quite different
got your head in the lotus flame
oh when I taste your tounge
I feel so sad you got burned so very young
& wish I had your free freak body
before any other

But if it wasn't for the surgeon's skill
you'd be three times a mother
& though many girls would keep it a secret
you're too cool to bother
oo for you are quite different
got your head in the flame of Art
Well in a cool collage.
I felt your subtle charge
I was turned on by your colours
left my wordgames to the party shadows
& two weeks later in another land
we graced the winter meadows
while the mighty media screamed disaster
through T.V.'s & radios
oo but you were quite different
giving head to the flame of love
oo but you were quite different
giving head to the flame of love
at your flame red hair
well they shiver in their ancient skins
& say it isn't natural
they're so guilty in their primal sin
their hatred is irrational
but you'll undermaine that sad disease
although it's international
oo for you are quite different
giving head to the flame of life.