Momus - A Dull Documentary lyrics
[Momus - A Dull Documentary lyrics]
The little girl plays chopsticks
Wears Mummy's lipstick
The babysitter watches a dull documentary
I'm on the fire escape waiting impatiently
Anticipating what you're saving up for me
It's a Saturday night
The little girl is tucked up tight
At last we're alone
I whisper the good things that I'm
Going to do to you all night long
By the light of a dull documentary
I will fuck you so tenderly
Little by little and splendidly
And when we undress underneath the piano
And when I'm caressing your skin
The air will grow colder
When over your shoulder i see the door open
And the little girl come in
And you'll dip from above
And I'll feel you below gripping my love
Your hair tickles my face
As you show me the sensitive place
All night long
By the light of a dull documentary
When you open your thighs to me
I see the little girl stretching
Her eyes at me
This reminds me of when I was five
And I followed the sound
Of the bedsprings creaking
And there in the bulb-light
I witnessed the strange sight
Of two grown-up people
Bouncing and shrieking
All night long
By the light of a dull documentary
Casting new light on the primal scene
Makes me remember the good things I've seen
And I'll go on providing this spectacle
'Til we come or the little girl goes
Go on providing the rhythm of life
While you play the tune with your toes
It goes
Wears Mummy's lipstick
The babysitter watches a dull documentary
I'm on the fire escape waiting impatiently
Anticipating what you're saving up for me
It's a Saturday night
The little girl is tucked up tight
At last we're alone
I whisper the good things that I'm
Going to do to you all night long
By the light of a dull documentary
I will fuck you so tenderly
Little by little and splendidly
And when we undress underneath the piano
And when I'm caressing your skin
The air will grow colder
When over your shoulder i see the door open
And the little girl come in
And you'll dip from above
And I'll feel you below gripping my love
Your hair tickles my face
As you show me the sensitive place
All night long
By the light of a dull documentary
When you open your thighs to me
I see the little girl stretching
Her eyes at me
This reminds me of when I was five
And I followed the sound
Of the bedsprings creaking
And there in the bulb-light
I witnessed the strange sight
Of two grown-up people
Bouncing and shrieking
All night long
By the light of a dull documentary
Casting new light on the primal scene
Makes me remember the good things I've seen
And I'll go on providing this spectacle
'Til we come or the little girl goes
Go on providing the rhythm of life
While you play the tune with your toes
It goes