| Wax the monkey, shave the bear
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| Jungle-creatures won’t be fed in here
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| trim the hedges, cut the trees
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| then you’ll know how affection feels
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| Shave the monkey, wax the bear
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| Such hairy creatures cannot stay in here
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| Trim the hedges, and trim the tree
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| who is there hiding in the shrubbery?!
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| Where there’s a hole there is an ace
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| I will put a smile on your grumpy face
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| Beefcake vegetarian
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| We’re oiled, refined, and slightly tan
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| If we’re the heat wave
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| then you’re the fan
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| and now we’ll gladly carry out
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| the garbage-can
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| we’re fifty something, well-aged wine
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| if you’re wooden in your cask that’s just fine.
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| I’ll be your garland queen of Lace
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| the Sleeping Beauty in our maze
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| oh, fifty something well aged win
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| me, the wooden cask, that’s fine
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| I know you like me to watch you piss
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| you’re only waiting to be kissed
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| you’re such a beauty to behold
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| here comes a shower and it’s made of gold
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| I’m a flower, water me
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| let’s build a castle by the sea!
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| You’re like the sun-shine, morning breeze
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| the sun shines warm on your disease … -
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| such pollen makes the black birds sneeze.
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| Who is there sitting on your back?
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| There is no need for a sneak attack!
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| If you’re monastic to my bliss.
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| Then I will be faithful … like syphilis.
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| Poor friar dreaming in his cell (s)
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| he knows the art of tonsure well.
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| and all the songs a blade can sing
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| sugh is the Easter that I bring"
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| The bells are chiming in (y)our vaults,
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| I am the goddess that unfolds
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| iconic beauty, as yet unseen
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| if you’re only courting
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| the Virgin Queen
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| so:
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| Wax the monkey, shave the bear
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| jungle-creatures cannot come in here.
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| Trim the hedges
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| and cut the trees
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| then you’ll know
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| how affection feels. |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Shave, If You Love Me , by - Sopor Aeternus & The Ensemble Of Shadows. Song from the album Les Fleurs Du Mal, in the genre