Lyrics She Purred, While I Grrred - Wild Beasts

She Purred, While I Grrred

Her fruit was ripe, I bit
Her fruit was ripe, I bit
I’m nothing more than a humble mongrel
Whipped cast, rash and unabashed
Her fruit was ripe, I bit
Her fruit was ripe, I bit
Pungent juice wept from the bruise
Where the skin was sluice and slobbered on
Though the meat was fleshy and sweet
She purred while I grrred
I die every day, to live every night
Under the industry of her want for me in our fusty foundry
Please no ceremony, I want she, I want she, no matrimony
My fruit was ripe, she bit
My fruit was ripe, she bit
In her belly lay a pip
A’brooding in the oozing
My fruit was ripe, she bit
My fruit was ripe, she bit
Huffing and puffing on the mattress stuffing
Upon the bunk a fervent funk
In my butcher’s hands her soft fruit tendered.
She never pretended…
She purred while I grrred
I die every day, to live every night
Under the industry of her want for me in our fusty foundry
Please no ceremony, I want she for laundry, I want she so I’m not lonely
I want she, I want she, not matrimony