My Heart Is Like An Artichoke

I Eat Petals Myself One By One

Until I Feel Enough

Until I Lose To Laugh



When I End To Eat The Last One

I Will Tear My Drops

I Will Lose My Lips



Though I Can't Stop Plucking Off

I Can't See My Core

I Keep Asking For You More And More



Can You Peel My Petals One By One?

Your Hands Are Like A Rusty Knife

Are You Gonna Keep On Peeling Me?

Are You Gonna Keep On Peeling Me?

Are You Gonna Keep On Peeling Me?



What Am I Gonna Be On The Pan?

Will I Be Burnt Black?

Can You Squeeze A Lemon On Me?

A Lemon On Me?



Baby, Baby, Everything You Wanna Feel

Baby, Baby, Everything You Wanna Taste

Baby, Baby, Everything You Wanna Feel

Baby, Baby, Everything You Wanna Taste.