I couldn't buy you with a hundred cattle But you hike in shells and feathers Up the african beach, I am king here, tied to this hut by the king's chain My power's like a tree and green taboo to me
The chameleon lies in your dusty fingers, And blue flies circle your head like stars Jump into me now, I must not see the water, Let me sip weakness from your dark nipples
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