My love, My precious lotus flower, You surround me. You entrench me with your love As you glide over my soul Each and every morning, Touching every inch Exposed to your warm caress. You soar, You spiral down upon me From the top of my head Down through to my soul As you bring me ecstasy On a cold winter's morning. You, my precious, My morning shower Are the flower That brings me warmth.
Prepare your remedy For your Christmas day dependency Of drinking a quart of booze. Be prudent and true, To drink