Artichoke - Cibo Matto

My heart is like an artichoke

I eat petals myself one by one

Until I feel enough

Until I lose to laugh

When I end to eat the last one

I will tear my drops

I will lose my lips

Though I can’t stop plucking off

I can’t see my core

I keep asking for you more and more

Can you peel my petals one by one?

Your hands are like a rusty knife

Are you gonna keep on peeling me?

Are you gonna keep on peeling me?

Are you gonna keep on peeling me?

What am I gonna be on the pan?

Will I be burnt black?

Can you squeeze a lemon on me?

A lemon on me?

Baby, baby, everything you wanna feel

Baby, baby, everything you wanna taste

Baby, baby, everything you wanna feel

Baby, baby, everything you wanna taste