Marc Almond My Little Lovers lyrics

A tearful tincture washes
The cabbage green skies
Beneath the dribbling tree
With tender shoots

Your raincoats, white with special moons
With round eyes
Knock together your kneecaps
My ugly ones

We loved each other
At that time
Blue, ugly one
We ate soft boiled eggs and chickweed

One evening, you anointed me poet
Blond ugly one
Come down here that I may whip you
Across my lap

I spewed your brilliantine
Black, ugly one
You would chop my mandolin
On the edge of my brow

Ugh, my dried saliva
Red haired, ugly one
Still infects the trenches
Of your round breast

Oh, my little lovers
How I hate you

Plaster with painful blisters
Your ugly tits

Stamp on my old pots
Of sentiment, come on up
Be ballerinas for me
Just for a minute, ohh

Your shoulder blades
Are dislocated
Oh, my loves
A star on your lame back
Turn your turns

And yet it's for these mutton shoulders
That I've written poems
I would like to smash your hips
For having loved

Pointless heap of failed stars
Crowd the corners
You will burst in God

Saddled with ignoble worries
Beneath the special moons
With round eyes
Knock together your kneecaps

My ugly ones