Elaine from [sic] by Jazz Emu

Elaine, you’re like a broken pedal bicycle; off the chain.
Your love is too big for tupperware; can’t be contained.
I can’t believe that I’m about to make love to Elaine.

Elaine, you’re like a generous French baker; giving me pain
Like website on a server; I’m in your domain
And I feel there’s no escaping you now, Elaine.

Because you give me shelter from the storm
Your smile is sweet, your castle warm
Your skin is see-through, teeth are long
Alarm bells ringing!
You say I’m just in time for dinner
I catch your eyeline in the mirror
On inspection, there’s no reflection, I lose my erection, hey!

Elaine, you sunk your teeth into me, now I’m in pain
You’re cranially adhesive; stuck on my brain.
Oh, please remove your fangs from my skull, Elaine.

Now you’re sieving the blood from my brain; it’s a mental strain, yeah
And you’re siphoning it into your own vertebral vein, yeah
Why the hell did I choose to holiday in Transylvan-yeah?

Boy, your skin looks so delicious
I just want to give you kisses
And by kisses obviously I mean
Draining the blood from your body.
Baby your my fantasy
Baby I just want to see
That blood run scarlet
Wait what’s that in your pocket
A clove of garlic - ahhHH!

Oh Elaine, you messed with a Vampire hunter, I should explain:
The villagers sent me here to see you slain.
Now the power of Christ compels you to die, Elaine.

(unspecified verbal junk)

• Alternative
• Electronic
• Funk
• Pop
• R&B
• London