Oh my love, will you will you be Oh you, will you ever be mine? Oh my love, will you will you be Oh you, will you ever be mine? Depends on your shaker, on your shaker Depends on your apocrine If you’re able to survive the PEA lost Always the same stuff Always the same words An only pleasant scent. If you’re not the one, I only have to wait… Oh my love, will you will you be Oh you, will you ever be mine? Oh my love, will you will you be Oh you, will you ever be mine? Depends on your shaker, on your shaker Depends on your apocrine If you’re able to survive the PEA lost! That ain’t no soulmate Nor mawkishness like that Nor a bunch of violets. Always the same stuff Always the same words An only pleasant scent. If you’re not the one, I only have to wait… “Oh, go, go, go! Make your peacock and sing with your honeyed voice Don’t be surprised if I spit on your feathers And what they imply... You should stop now Oh, birdy asshole... you just walked on shit... “