When love is a seedling
Tender and small
Without warmth and nutrition
It won't grow at all
So we hit the hot house
In a room where the telephones ringing
Will not reach us
We hot blooded hungry pre biblical creatures
Make our Eden
Where the fruit is not forbidden
And where everything's eating
Everything else
It's a terrible hunger
You just can't keep to yourself
Never seen fruit larger, rounder, or riper
It's not a complicated kind of greed
That pulls with shameless ease and speed
The living hysterical meat
Down the tight wet throat of the viper oh and
To anybody calling on us lately
Oh we've been at it
Like a pair of chimpanzees
Yea we've been lost in here for days
In this pungent funky haze
Because we've got each other
Like you get a tropical disease
To anybody calling on us lately
Oh we've been at it
Like a pair of chimpanzees
Oh we've been lost in here for days
In this pungent funky haze
Because we've got each other
Like you get a tropical disease
Oh we've got mangoes guavas
Bananas and limes
If the root is the sickness
Then the fruit is good times
And if it's ripe
We're mad not to taste it
You know it won't always be like this
We're not that stupid
There's more than just lust
On the arrows of cupid
So bear with us please
And don't get offended
If we never come out
We just don't want to waste it
To anybody calling on us lately
Yea we've been at it
Like a pair of chimpanzees
Oh we've been lost in here for days
In this pungent funky haze
Because we've got each other
Like you get a tropical disease