Cibo Matto
artichoke
My heart is like an artichoke
I eat petals myself one by one
Until I feel enough
Until I lose to laugh
When I end to eat the last one
I will tear my drops
I will lose my lips
Though I can't stop plucking off
I can't see my core
I keep asking for you more and more
Can you peel my petals one by one?
Your hands are like a rusty knife
Are you gonna keep on peeling me?
Are you gonna keep on peeling me?
Are you gonna keep on peeling me?
What am I gonna be on the pan?
Will I be burnt black?
Can you squeeze a lemon on me?
A lemon on me?
Baby, baby, everything you wanna feel
Baby, baby, everything you wanna taste
Baby, baby, everything you wanna feel
Baby, baby, everything you wanna taste
- :
- Hotel Valentine
- Cibo Matto
- Stereo Type A
- Viva! La Woman
- Non-Album Releases
- Pom Pom: The Essential Cibo Matto
- Hotel Valentine (Clean)
- Brain Candy
- Tibetan Freedom Concert
- Details Magazine Music Matters Volume 7
- Whatever: The ’90s Pop & Culture Box
- Birthday Cake
- Jet Set Radio Future: Music Sampler
- Kids In the Hall Brain Candy
- Pom Pom: The Essential Cibo Matto (Remastered)
- Sampler
- Know Your Chicken
- Stereotype A
- Monte Carlo Nights 2000
- Super Relax