Okay Kaya - My Berenice Lyrics

A tension much revered
I'll have to tug my own sleeve now
Neutral fugue or my monomania
There's my infirmity
There's she

My Berenice (my cherie)
My Berenice (my cherie, my cherie)
Part your lips for me

The difference is so clear
Am I the paint chip on the wall?
That fixture in the ceiling?
What's in that box on the table?
Why is there mud around my feet? (Why?)
And where is she? (Where is she?)

My Berenice
I found relief (I found relief, my cherie, my cherie)
In thirty two (thirty two)
Of your pearly teeth (your pearly teeth)
My Berenice, my Berenice

They say you dig your own grave, but I dug hers too
If I'm going to be a ditch about it
I shriek, I shriek, I shriek

My Berenice, my Berenice
Part your lips for me
(My Berenice, my Berenice, my Berenice)