Greenhouse Lyrics

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