Initials B.B. - Mick Harvey

One night as I was just moping around

In some English pub, in the heart of London town

Leafing through Monstrous Love by Pauwels

A vision hovered above the whiskey soda bottles

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While the decorations of her conquerors

Glittered to her gyrations, bronze and golden ores

The platinum engraved, cold circles that linger

Those marks of a slave upon each finger

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Almost to her hips, she is booted

Brimming, like a chalice, with her beauty

She wears nothing at all but her perfumed hair

Essence de Guerlain in her long hair

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With each little quiver one could detect

Little bells of silver around her neck

Ringing could be heard as she came near

And spoke the word Almeria

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