Songtext von Magic Cupboards

In the lake where the basket floats Where the wine keeps the skin soft There is positively no man in the kitchen Slapped the hand of my younger brother Pulling apples from your magic cupboards In the time it takes to set The sweetness and the sweet of heart I felt sick, she stroked my hair I was asleep, asleep in the kitchen The beater was licked before the rules were set Wake up in love and go to sleep with warm bread Pulling fingers through the warmest butter Reading recipes with grade school stutters