he thrilled me when he drilled me And I never loved a monster quite like he... Because his love was so flambay His kisses burned me so, his kisses turned
He used to be very kind . . . (In his own crude way) He wasn't always like I wanted him to be! He wasn't smart He wasn't handsome either But he thrilled
Tulkojums: Zappa, Frank. Flambay.
