In the Clovers

Your nerves deeming you fond
And miracle is growing like the clove
The curfew will always undermine love
They can wait

(My peel hits the ceiling
And your fume is the perfume
I missed you, I missed you)

Come to him who's full of heart
If you decide to stay all night
Pull and pluck deep out from him
And soak inside until entirely dyed up

(The peel, it deserts you)

Her lust dress, teasing, teaching
Her lust dress, twisting, stretching
Your fume is the perfume
And I hope in the clovers
I′ll not count all night (all night)
I'll not count all night (all night)