Based on I Feed You My Love (Norway 2013)
Afternoon, as the clock strikes three
Stew food all right, can you guarantee
That the crisper has no birds, disappear
And your tush, your tush moves fast, nothing but bliss
You drop a fart, and your green tea
Your green tea, hot, that you know, again I warn
How can I be?
It’s hard to combine
Your soft touch is real
I feed you, my love
Don’t use a knife, I’ll cut your snack
Do you want yet a new asthma attack?
Puree devoured, there’s no new ward
No white meat
Oh… steak is banned, the crust transferred
Down the wire – love your gray hair and shirts
It’s you I’ve nurtured all along
How can I pee?
It’s no longer fine
Use your crutch and meal
‘Cause I feed you, my love
Don’t use a knife, don’t chew your snack
I oversee your bad, sore, old back
Called me a coward, you struck a chord
This was the last time that I’ve sung
How can I plea?
Before you were mine
It’s too much to heal
I want to get rid of
All the above
But I feed you, my love