Steed (For Jean Genet) Lyrics

Frame me any mantle who can kiss the golden aeries [?]
And I'll make it, and find my revolutionaries
Make it to his size (they call) he brushes your hard shoulder
And it's haunted, priming, priming, priming

Press me up against the starry night then turn me over
And I'll take you to meet our lady of the flowers
All that you imagine lies around that shiny corner
You will ride it over and over and over

Baby won't you buy me a steed
You better get ready, yeah
Ooh, don't you feel it inside me
Yeah, you better get ready, yeah
Lady won't you buy me a steed
You better get ready, yeah
Cause don't you know that I'm worth the speed
Yeah, you better get ready, yeah

Press me up against the starry night then turn me over
And I'll take you to meet our lady of the flowers
All that you imagine lies around that shiny corner
You will ride it over and over and over

Baby won't you buy me a steed
You better get ready, yeah
Ooh, don't you feel it inside me
Yeah, you better get ready, yeah
Lady won't you buy me a steed
You better get ready, yeah
Cause don't you know that I'm worth the speed
Yeah, you better get ready, yeah