Sheik's Paradise
The masses
Like so much popcorn
waft by in a wave of buttery silence
and I liked to lick at them with my greed
I'm a thief
I steal their inhibitions
and I eat them for breakfast
there is noone that can do that the way I do
It's like opening a box of some old dried up
generic waffles
and making them smell like ones they serve up
at the Taj Mahal
I'm a sheik
I'm a lover
You should come by and leave me something
'Cause if you don't
when you're in the sea
I'll lick you up and take it from you