Tatjana

Tatjana, you're my pretty picture,
 You're my flask of tincture of opium
 I drink you, my pain goes away,
 I got your face upon the ceiling
 Your interviews are
 Peeling off my thick skin
 Kneeling at your altar
 I daydream of two people
 Laying under a willow tree
 And it's you and me
 You're all over me
 All over me
 All over me
 Just a dream and a tissue
 And you're all over me
 All over me
 All over me
 Just a dream and a tissue
 And you're all over me
 Tatjana, I know the place you go
 When you want to dance
 You're gold, or are you really brass?
 I don't want to try
 To smash this diamond into shards
 That glisten but they're glass
 My favourite flower only grass
 And you're so close by
 And I'm dreaming of two people
 Laying under a willow tree
 And it's you and me, you're all over
 All over me
 All over me
 All over me
 Just a dream and a tissue
 And you're all over me
 All over me
 All over me
 Just a dream and a tissue
 And you're all over me
 All over me
 All over me
 Just a dream and a tissue
 And you're all over me
 All over me
 All over me
 Just a dream and a tissue
 And you're all over me
 You're my pretty picture
 You're my flask of tincture
 You're my pretty picture,
 You make me want to drink you
 You're my pretty picture
 You're my flask of tincture
 You're my pretty picture
 Make me want to drink you, my pain goes away
 You're my pretty picture
 You're my flask of tincture
 You're my pretty picture,
 Make me want to drink you
 You're my pretty picture
 You're my flask of tincture
 You're my pretty picture,
 Make me want to drink you,
 My pain goes away