Steed (for Jean Genet) Songtext
von Joan as Police Woman

Frame me any mantle who can kiss the golden aeries
And l′ll make it and find my revolutionaries
Make it to his size (they call) he brushes your hard shoulder
And it's haunted, priming, priming, priming

Press me up against the starry night then turn me over
And l′ll take you to meet our lady of the flowers
All that you imagine lies around that shiny corner
You will ride it over, over, over


Baby, won't you buy me a steed?
You better get ready, yeah
Ooh, don't you feel it inside me
Yeah, you better get ready, yeah
Lady, won′t you buy me a steed?
You better get ready, yeah
′Cause don't you know that l′m worth the speed
Yeah, you better get ready, yeah (you better get, you better get, you better get)

Press me up against the starry night then turn me over
And l'll take you to meet our lady of the flowers
All that you imagine lies around that shiny corner
You will ride it over, over, over

Baby, won′t you buy me a steed?
You better get ready, yeah (better get, better get, better get)
Ooh, don't you feel it inside me
Yeah, you better get ready, yeah (better get, better get, better get)
Lady, won′t you buy me a steed?
You better get ready, yeah (better get, better get, better get)
'Cause don't you know that l′m worth the speed
Yeah, you better get ready, yeah (better get, better get, better get)