Wilde
Tattoos on both arms, your eyes with a veil
You were a model, a model for Jordan
Oh dear boy, the spot above your lips
Makes me go wildly torn ‘round your hips

Your word is a sword, your joke is a wire
The feast of Dyonisis, Apollo’s lyre
They are all in your tree
You’re the juice of this world’s poetry

Drive me wild, Wilde
Just give me your like
Drive me wild, Wilde
Oppress me and strike
Drive me wild, Wilde
I wanna be free
Freed by this (this) poetry

Let me bе your dream lover, know the tastе of your veins
Heal your heart where it rains
Wear a ring on each finger
Let this moment linger
And I’ll be wildly torn ‘round your hips in no time
Oh cutest king, just give me one kiss
Then a thousand more
It is all in your tree
You’re the juice of this world’s poetry

Drive me wild, Wilde
Just give me your like
Drive me wild, Wilde
Oppress me and strike
Drive me wild, Wilde
I wanna be free
Freed by this (this) poetry