My feet are gold from their collision with the earth
Tumbled like a changeling from the sky.
I saw you walk in with your white pants and brown shirt.
Hector pointed you to me. M. A. N. he said to me.
That’s a man he said to me. And you’re an alien.
You see a man will not make contact
with a pink and silver womback
and we recommend you get on back to the sky.
Mister will you make love to me?
mister will you make love to me?
mister will you make love to me?
and if not you, then who?
Flickering your pencil like the feathers of bird.
You cross your legs and gaze up at the sky
Every single finger is stacked up upon your knee.
Like an abacus of ten tiny birds tucked neatly in.
Like a sexy mandarin, oh mandarin!
Mister will you make love to me?
Mister will you make love to me?
Mister will you make love to me?
and if not you, then who?
Have you seen the star dust clinging lightly to my shirt,
Dripping like a river down my leg?
The cold of space still hangs around me loosely like a vest.
And underneath my heart is white, brave but only in the night.
Mandibles of wrong and right.
Dumb to what I really feel
Phantoms breeding with the real
Heart is spinning like a wheel
And blown out by your eyes
Mister will you make love to me?
mister will you make love to me?
mister will you make love to me?
And if not you, then who?
Every word you speak swims like a minnow through my clothes,
Minnows that are young and made of light.
Everytime you look at me I’m melting in my clothes.
But mister I don’t know the road,
The road to love, the road to earth
The road to death and human birth
The coronation of a queen
The slaughterhouse of changelings
Don’t know how to win a game
On the checker-board of life
Where a man acquires a wife
Where a wife acquires a gown
Bears her children upside-down
Wide-eyed children gaze around
Wander to a distant town
Squabble for a coin they found
Oh chancellor I’m down.
Mister will you make love to me?
Mister will you make love to me?
Mister will you make love to me?
And if not you, then who?