Nick Launay - Palaces of Montezuma lyrics

Oooooh ooooh ooooh ooooh Oooooh ooooh ooooh ooooh Psychedelic invocations Of Mata Hari at the station I give to you A Javan princess of Hindu Birth A woman of flesh, a child of earth I give to you The hanging gardens of Babylon Miles Davis, the black unicorn I give to you The palaces of Montezuma And the gardens of Akbar's tomb I give to you The Spider Goddess and the Needle Boy The slave-dwarves they employ I give to you A custard-coloured super-dream Of Ali McGraw and Steve McQueen I give to you C'mon baby, let's get out of the cold And gimme, gimmme, gimme your precious love for me to hold The epic of Gilgamesh A pretty little black A-line dress I give to you The spinal cord of JFK Wrapped in Marilyn Monroe's negligee I give to you I want nothing in return Just the softest little breathless word I ask of you A word contained in a grain of sand That can barely walk, can't even stand I ask of you C'mon baby, let's get out of the cold And gimme, gimme, gimme your precious love for me to hold C'mon baby, come out of the cold, oh yeah And gimme, gimme, gimme your precious love for me to hold Yeah come on Yeah come on Yeah come on Yeah come on Yeah come on Yeah come on Yeah come on Yeah come on Yeah come on Yeah come on I give to you I give to you I give to you I give to you I give to you I give to you I give to you I give to you I give to you