Wild Beasts - She Purred, While I Grrred lyrics

Her fruit was ripe, I bit Her fruit was ripe, I bit I'm nothing more than a humble mongrel Whipped cast, rash and unabashed Her fruit was ripe, I bit Her fruit was ripe, I bit Pungent juice wept from the bruise Where the skin was sluice and slobbered on Though the meat was fleshy and sweet She purred while I grrred I die every day, to live every night Under the industry of her want for me in our fusty foundry Please no ceremony, I want she, I want she, no matrimony My fruit was ripe, she bit My fruit was ripe, she bit In her belly lay a pip A'brooding in the oozing My fruit was ripe, she bit My fruit was ripe, she bit Huffing and puffing on the mattress stuffing Upon the bunk a fervent funk In my butcher's hands her soft fruit tendered. She never pretended… She purred while I grrred I die every day, to live every night Under the industry of her want for me in our fusty foundry Please no ceremony, I want she for laundry, I want she so I'm not lonely I want she, I want she, not matrimony