Wafflehead

Robyn Hitchcock & The Egyptians

Are ya comin' baby?

I know you're gonna give me all your love

Looks like we're gonna get it together this time.

Just step up those stairs, baby.



Love on ya baby - she a wafflehead



The syrup drips across her hips

And obviously, then I flips

Love on ya, baby -- she a wafflehead



The sea of cream is what I beam

Into her as her eyeballs gleam

She a wafflehead



The strawberries above her knees

Are chiefly what I love to seize

Love on ya, baby -- she a wafflehead



Her sugar mound is what I found when

When I began to look around



I love her stuff, can't get enough

I'd rather die than treat her rough

Love on ya, baby -- she a wafflehead



Her calabash is where I crash

Love on ya, baby -- she a wafflehead



She's on my plate, she's what I ate

I ate her up, I couldn't wait

Love on ya, baby



I slurp that cone down to the zone

Where everybody leave their bone



The sea of cream is what I beam

Into her as her eyeballs gleam

Love on ya, baby -- she a wafflehead -- she a wafflehead



That's right honey, she a wafflehead

Tell me, baby -- she a wafflehead



I smirk and I drool

'Cause I'm her fool

I love to drip into her pool

Love on ya, baby -- she a wafflehead -- she a wafflehead



No thanks, honey -- I don't want any more German wine