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Leela puts the flowers in her organised hair Celia keeps her money in the sea The mist is on the river The drinks are on the bar Pleasure's not a dirty word to me. I say: 'chat me no more yoga. Show me no more signs Read me no more catalogues of all my crimes The thort is flowing and the beast feels fine: God's gardenias rain on me...' Sarah throws potatoes at the lean yellow moon Getting even for that summer night: The sun was on the city The crab was in the sky (Sarah had a thing about the lights) She said: 'quote me no more Horace Swat me no more flies Don't rely on what we try to symbolise The walls like tissue - It's a mean design God's gardenias rain on me...' Rosy sees the dawn in through her calm lion's eyes - Cuts a dashing figure in the gloom. The Tigris and Euphrates The Jordan and the Nile Letras de cancionesGush out from the corners of her room. So I say: 'blow me no more kisses, Scrape me no more bones Talk to me of ecstasies of flesh and stone Let's ask for absolution one more time: God's gardenias rain on me...' The Black Narcissus smiles for me and mine... God's gardenias rain on me... From Letras Mania