I stand alone
Restless and bold,
And I am all alone
In the cold;
Sweet listenings in my ear
Make me want to dance,
I want to slip into your pants
And boogie...
Thirsty flowers need pressure
Touch me with your dying niceness
And make me believe your heart,
Chase me, chase me;
Throw me into the pit
And cover me with your honey
bees,
A wild woman knows no blues
And I can\'t tell you any bad news
For I am a plastic love affair
Stuck to your totem pole,
And angels fly above my heart
And sigh...
Sigh, sigh, little ones
For this wild one\'s a-coming
And I am drenched in honeycombs
While these politics are breathing
Live, live, are the honeybees
Let them sting me, let them rage;
For this wild one has no blues
For I am in the hands of a man--