Patti Smith - Poppies Lyrics
Hes delighted to love me, but you know,I just dont know what to say to him. I just dont know.Heard it on the radio, its no goodHeard it on the radio, its news to meWhen she gets something, its understoodBabys got somethin shes not used toDown, down, poppy, yeahDown, down, poppy, yeahGoin on the corner, Im gonna scoreBaby wants somethin, shes in the mood toBaby wants somethin, I want moreWhen I dont get it, I get blue, blueDown, down, and its really comin, really comin,Down, down, poppy, yeahGoin on the corner, Im gonna scoreBabys got somethin, gonna get through, throughWhen I want somethin I want more,Heard it on the radio, theres nothin I can do doIm in the mood to and Im a woman and an individualAnd I want rockin real slow I wanna hear it on the radioI wanna hear it, I wanna score (poppies) I wanna hearIt on the radio baby got it but baby want moreOn the radio, heard it on the radioBaby got it but baby want more[babble]Heard it on the radio wont be no need for layin in the roadTonight Im goin out, oh yeah baby got it but baby want moreShe wont need it any more [babble]Although she was tense and lean in the sun splintered like a countryGently pulled his fingerEverything is soakin and spread with butterTheir flowers on an average [on the seed? ]And then they laid her on the tableShe connected with the inhalerAnd the needle shiftin like crazy,She was, she was completely still.It was like a painting of a vase,She just lay there and the gas traveled fastThrough the dorsal spine and down and around(I want more)The*****cavity, her cranium(I wanna score)Just, it was really great, man,The gas had inflicted her entire spineWith the elements of a voluptuous diseaseWith a green vapor, made her feet lightBaby want moreBaby was it in the closet.Baby get it there, baby tag it,Baby got it and baby begged for it, babyI dont think (after station) theres any station(I remember when)Quite as interesting to me(baby worship something)As the 12th station(laughin at the flowers)I tuned in (to the tower) too many centuriesWere calling to meAnd I spin, come down thru timeOh, watch them say youre too highAnd I swim throughHear it on the radio, goddamn in my radio,Hear it on the radio, hear it on the radio[babble]One long ecstatic pure sensationRestriction started excreting, started excreting, ah exhilaratingBottomless pitHey sheba, hey salome, hey venus eclipsin my way ah.Her vessel, every woman is a vessel, is evasive, is aquatic.Everyone, silver ecstatic, platinum disk spinning
