my love loves coke

My love loves coke

The deep brown fluid

Going down his thorat.

Likes to drink it everyday

And he comes my way

Asking for more, more, mor-

and again he comes.

Sometimes a sip of champagne

Celebrating sex and love

The bubles all over us

And again he asks for more.

Coke and champagne

Define him, define us

The simplicity of bare brown

The sofistication of golden pure

Brown as sex, golden love

- and we will keep on drinking.