Lyrics

I, I am a brute A drummer boy bobbing for fruit If I took a distaste At the tone of his voice Or the fray on his face No no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no I, I am shy And I am gentle I've fingered the leech of her Lips as if they were petals No no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no But above all I am quick I can decide whether a boy Should be hung by the neck Or held at the heel In the time it takes To mount my high horse And so Giddy up