Poppy Burt-Jones

Poppy Burt-Jones, you know what I mean
Poppy Burt-Jones, say no more, say no more
Poppy Burt-Jones, oh, yeah
Poppy Burt-Jones, all right
The more tempting the forbidden fruit
The more illegal to give in
I made myself a salad
Of the sweetest seductions I long for
I’m in the middle of a harvest festival
Where I gorge myself with sin
There are so many of them now
I’m not regretting anymore
The more reasons there are there to sin
The smaller the sin is
I’ve tons of reasons to continue
In the direction I’ve already started
I’ve no will at all to stop
And no wish to relinquish
I’m totally within my right
To be delighted and light-hearted
Poppy Burt-Jones, you know what I mean
Poppy Burt-Jones, say no more, say no more
Poppy Burt-Jones, oh, yeah
Poppy Burt-Jones, all right
The more thorough thinking
The more likely this goes down the drain
So kiss me, kiss me, kiss me
Before this blessed moment has passed
I’m an innocent sufferer of elemental forces
I am not to blame
I can’t avoid what’s all-embracing
It cannot be bypassed
Poppy Burt-Jones, you know what I mean
Poppy Burt-Jones, say no more, say no more
Poppy Burt-Jones, oh, yeah
Poppy Burt-Jones, all right
Poppy Burt-Jones, you know what I mean
Poppy Burt-Jones, say no more, say no more
Poppy Burt-Jones, oh, yeah
Poppy Burt-Jones, all right