Camper Van Beethoven - All Her Favorite Fruit download song

Song Lyrics

we dream our dreams and sing our songs of the fecundity of life and love
Of life and love, and i can almost smell her breath faint with a sweet scent of decay
We d play croquet behind white-washed walls and drink our tea at four, rather than this train
Where negroes blink their eyes, home from work
And does she ever whisper in his ear all her favorite fruit, of life and love, and she serves him peppered steak
and we are rotting like a fruit underneath a rusting roof

Within intervention s distance of the embassy, the midday air grows thicker with the heat
and we are rotting like a fruit underneath a rusting roof
Late at night i call her, pulls her dress up over her head, they sink into siesta
Late at night i call her, they sink into siesta Van, and i always think of her
lets it fall to the floor
And she serves him peppered steak, i drive alone

where negroes blink their eyes
And drifts towards the line of trees, and all the most exotic places they are cultivated
i drive alone
but i never say a word
And drifts towards the line of trees, and drifts towards the line of trees, but i never say a word
And i d like to take her there, and drifts towards the line of trees

late at night i call her
Pulls her dress up over her head, and does she ever whisper in his ear all her favorite fruit, i d have a place in the colonies
pulls her dress up over her head
and i d like to take her there
We d play croquet behind white-washed walls and drink our tea at four, i d have a place in the colonies
and she serves him peppered steak

And does she ever whisper in his ear all her favorite fruit, late at night i call her, and i d like to take her there
where negroes blink their eyes
Lets it fall to the floor, and all the most exotic places they are cultivated, of life and love
And all the most exotic places they are cultivated, and she serves him peppered steak
Of life and love, of life and love, we dream our dreams and sing our songs of the fecundity of life and love
Lets it fall to the floor, and we are rotting like a fruit underneath a rusting roof, of life and love

i drive alone
of life and love
I drive alone, and if i weren t a civil servant
And i can almost smell her breath faint with a sweet scent of decay, and does she ever whisper in his ear all her favorite fruit, the midday air grows thicker with the heat
pulls her dress up over her head
and does she ever whisper in his ear all her favorite fruit

Rather than this train, late at night i call her All, late at night i call her
Late at night i call her, and if i weren t a civil servant
And i always think of her, i d have a place in the colonies
And i can almost smell her breath faint with a sweet scent of decay, she serves him mashed potatoes, and drifts towards the line of trees
And if i weren t a civil servant, late at night i call her