In the morning he turns on the fire
In the evening he turns on the light
Give me some... fire, light
Fire, light... fire, light
Greenhouse: strawberries grow
Greenhouse: your chest is my pillow
And we grin...
And you lie where the strawberries grow,
And your chest is my pillow,
So: goodnight sweet gardener,
Sleep tight sweet gardener,
Goodnight sweet gardener:
Sleep tight
But please...
Fill me,
I'm yours
My legs upon your shoulers...
Your shoulders...
Your shoulders...
I want...
You...
Inside me
