Greenhouse Lyrics

Appledog Greenhouse

in the morning he turns on the fire
in the evening he turns on the light
give me some… fire, light
fire, light… fire, light

greenhouse: strawberries grow
greenhouse: your chest is my pillow
and we grin…

and you lie where the strawberries grow,
and your chest is my pillow,
so: goodnight sweet gardener,
sleep tight sweet gardener,
goodnight sweet gardener:
sleep tight

but please…
fill me,
I’m yours
my legs upon your shoulers…
your shoulders…
your shoulders…

I want…
you…
inside me