Appledog - Greenhouse lyrics

rate me

In the morning he turns on the fire

In the evening he turns on the light

Give me some... fire, light

Fire, light... fire, light

Greenhouse: strawberries grow

Greenhouse: your chest is my pillow

And we grin...

And you lie where the strawberries grow,

And your chest is my pillow,

So: goodnight sweet gardener,

Sleep tight sweet gardener,

Goodnight sweet gardener:

Sleep tight

But please...

Fill me,

I'm yours

My legs upon your shoulers...

Your shoulders...

Your shoulders...

I want...

You...

Inside me