Story Behind The Song
Russian composer meeets American-Irish poet
Song Description
Smutty insinuendo-ballad: food as metaphor for sex
| Song Length |
4:31 |
Genre |
Pop - General |
Lyrics
You know the recipe to bring out the best in me,
So why not whip up a mess of ecstasy?
Watch for the tricky bits we might have to go and get;
A dab and a lick'll fix the rest of me.
Oh, the two of us -- sweet confection! --
A taste to find the place to put the spices in,
Then we begin! Just the two of us -- sweet confection! --
A taste or two to start is imitating art: it's all in the blend!
When we've both had our fill, we'll slumber, all glad and still,
Like bears or a purring cat will, after cream.
Then like those honey bees, aloft in their buzzy dream,
We'll home in on everything confectible.
Oh, the two of us -- sweet confection! --
A taste to find the place to put the spices in,
Then we begin! Just the two of us -- sweet confection! --
A taste or two to start is imitating art: it's all in the blend
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