Cibo Matto

My heart is like an artichoke - I eat petals
myself one by one - Until I feel enough - Until
I lose to laugh -When I end to eat the last one
I will tear my drops -I will lose my lips - Though
I can't stop plucking off - I can't see my core
I keep asking for you more and more - Can you
peel my petals one by one - Your hands are
like a rusty knife - Are you gonna keep on
peeling me? - Are you gonna keep on peeling
me? - Are you gonna keep on peeling me?
What am I gonna be on the pan? - Will I be burnt
black? - Can you squeeze a lemon on me?
Baby ... Baby... -Everything You wanna feel
Baby... Baby... -Everything You wanna taste
Baby... Baby... - Everything You wanna feel
Baby... Baby... - Everything You wanna taste