BLACK TIGER

open gate for tiger
the game’s up
the portrait of a parasite
malice, malice, malice
maiden.
the price of entry never fails
sex should be joyful, too
cosmic charming sperm…
and the walls can hear my sincerity

give me that big fling
luck please fail me not
give me the black tiger
and no cold look

the art of evolution
is breaking all the waves
so near and yet so far
whatever love means
i’m lost in parasight
a cold look
time to worry about that later
smell my sincerity!

can’t let me be lady windermere’s fan
let the red star rise again
(grab me fast and be be be)
while you grab my sincerity

words: boa
music: boa, vella