Ian Anderson - Paradise Steakhouse lyrics

I'd like to take you To the edge of every morning On a magic eiderdown To a window chair In the Paradise Steakhouse Where there's a cup of silver coffee Steaming chrome reflections From the mist in your hair Try not to watch me (Try not to watch me) Just call me after darkfall (Call me after darkfall) I'll bring a whip to sow My seed on your land In the Paradise Steakhouse There's a cup of silver coffee A sheath of steel so you may hold My sword in your hand I'll cut you, divide you Into tender pieces No wings to fly away Upon my dear In the Paradise Steakhouse On a plate upon a table I will carve your name with care To last the years I'd like to eat you (I'd like to eat you) All fire will consume you (Fire will consume you) Roast on the spit of love On this arrow true In the Paradise Steakhouse I'll taste every finger Baking [picking?] in the ashes Til the flames rise anew I'd like to take you To the edge of every morning On a magic eiderdown To a window chair In the Paradise Steakhouse Where there's a cup of silver coffee Steaming chrome reflections From the mist in your hair