Text: The Catherine Wheel. Delicious.

I must have been crazy, I think I was being brave
I think I was Bruce Lee, I might have been Michael Caine
So give me something to cover my eyes
Weakness and distress what am I?

(Down, down, down)
A, B, C, D, you're in the belly of me

You eat, you sleep, you breathe something delicious
You spill, you grip, you squeeze something delicious
You peel, you strip, you bleed something delicious delicious

I must be confused oh, it's so typical
Some fleshy temptation and the sweetness only improves
So, give me something to cover my eyes
Weakness and distress, what am I?

(Down, down, down)
Tree to fruit, apple to seed, you are the A in Adam and Eve"

You eat, you sleep, you breathe something delicious
You spill, you grip, you squeeze something delicious
You peel, you strip, you bleed something delicious
Delicious, something delicious

Give all your hope to me
Tree to fruit, apple to seed
Make all your love to me

You eat, you sleep, you breathe something delicious
You spill, you grip, you squeeze something delicious
You say you think you are something delicious
Something delicious, something delicious
You say you think you hold something delicious

So, save some of your hope for me
Was it as good for you as it was for me?
I'm in the belly, in the belly, in the belly