Drop me down, or cut me loose
The grip is strong on your heartstring noose
I'm wringing out these soaked and sorry sighs
But when I see you lonely I come alive
Please honey
Do your worst, ain't nothing new
Fruit won't you bloom and ripen with the mood
Please honey, do your jivin', ain't my tune
Fruit won't you bloom, I promise I don't bruise
I shed a tear, or maybe two
Asphyxiation does that to you
Come running out with soaked and sorry eyes
And when I see you lonely I cry
Please honey
Do your worst, ain't nothing new
Fruit won't you bloom and ripen with the mood
Be my Xanadu, my pantheon of moves
Fruit won't you bloom and ripen with the mood
Virility is mine
Fertility is fine
I know you loathe me too
But your loathe is loving news
Oh my needs, my needs are high now
Can't you see loving ain't my scene now