You make up, I’m there.
Stay stay stay sugar.
Stay stay sweet stay.
Your eyes like feathers.
Black lashes babe.
In your arms, take me !
This baby-house of baby-leaves,
Go on, wind, blow wind !
It’s my delight,
This sugar-fight.
It’s my delight,
This sugar-fight.
But stay, stay, sugar.
Stay sweet, black lash babe.
Let me kiss you down.
I’ll ease you now.
It’s my delight,
This sugar-fight.
It’s my delight,
This sugar-fight.
This sugar-fight.