Palaces of Montezuma

Ooh-ooh-ooh
 Ooh-ooh-ooh
 Psychedelic invocations of Mata Hari at the station
 I give to you
 A Java princess of Hindu birth
 A woman of flesh, a child of the Earth
 I give to you
 Well, 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 give me, give me, give me 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 for 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
 Damn, oh, come on (ooh-ooh-ooh)
 Yeah, come on
 Yeah, come on (ooh-ooh-ooh)
 Yeah, come on
 Yeah, come on
 Yeah, come on
 Yeah, come on (ooh-ooh-ooh)
 Yeah, come on
 Yeah, come on
 Yeah, come on
 Give it to me (ooh-ooh-ooh)
 Give it to me
 Yeah, give it to me
 Give it to me
 Give it to me (ooh-ooh-ooh)
 Give it to me
 Yeah, give it to me
 Give it to me