Testo di The Origamists

You put your flower on the lips of my head I thrust myself between the breasts of your chest Swallowed by a whale in the sea And vomited up dry on the beach Today we never put on our clothes We tried to set a record, we came close All in front of a mirror above a desk We created origami with our flech Eyeball It may sound dirty, but it's cleaning curiosity This sex is ugly Kissing every cavity Every god damn thing you can list Shakespeare can't be abridged