She is bare on my red velvet chair flung out like a rug And though I know she is barbed like a wire I am tempted to touch She's a lady of shipwrecks, my god, how she hurts But as a man I am damned with desire for her For her sweet pheromone skin I am flesh in her sun 'cause I cannot resist her Mulberry Love No I cannot resist her Mulberry Love Oh she leaves and arrives like the skies of a rolling storm And while away she will play planting and watering wars But oh how she molds to my lips like a comfortable shirt And I cannot lie, I would die for a mouthfull of her For her sweet pheromone skin I am flesh in her sun 'cause I cannot resist her Mulberry Love No I cannot resist her Mulberry Love No I cannot resist her Mulberry Love