Bechamel Songtext
von Pernice Brothers

I was in my shoes, I was in my coat
Her aperitif spat down my throat
And a rack of lamb was a hook I bit
Licking cold ear cram off each others lips
Ignore the warning voice of my last appeal
I want her bones and I want her flesh
And it′s all she'll give me, I want the rest
So we drink too much and we drink some more
We′re DNA soaked into the floor
Ignore the warning voice of my last appeal

Pack your mouth in ice, wrap me up in cellophane
The aftertaste's like aspartame
It's gamey and it won′t be tamed


This love, this love
Dinner bell
My bitter little bechamel
Spoiled rotten, I can tell
Is love, is love, is love
Ignore the warning voice of my last appeal

Pack your mouth in ice, wrap me up in cellophane
The aftertaste′s like aspartame
It's gamey and it won′t be tamed

This love, this love
Dinner bell
My bitter little bechamel
Spoiled rotten, I can tell
Is love, is love, is love

Is love, is love, is love