I'd like to take you to the edge of every morning
On a magic eiderdown to a window chair
In the Paradise Steakhouse where there's a cup of silver coffee
Steaming chrome reflections from the mist in your hair

Try not to watch me; just call me after darkfall
I'll bring a whip to sow my seed on your land
In the Paradise Steakhouse there's a cup of silver coffee
A sheath of steel so you may hold my sword in your hand

I'll cut you, divide you into tender pieces
No wings to fly away upon, my dear
In the Paradise Steakhouse, on a plate upon a table
I will carve your name with care to last the years

I'd like to eat you; all fire will consume you
Roast on this spit of love, on this arrow true
In the Paradise Steakhouse I'll taste every finger
Baking in the ashes 'til the flames rise anew

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