Album Cover Wafflehead

Wafflehead

Robyn Hitchcock & The Egyptians

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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