Mango

Mango is my lover’s taste
Mango is my lover’s taste
Lord don’t let it go to waste cos it’s a mango,
mango mango

Mango is my lover’s voice
Mango is my lover’s voice
Synaesthetic girls rejoice cos it’s a mango,
mango mango…
Mango mango

Mango is my lover’s sweat
Mango is my lover’s sweat
It’s a pheromone you won’t forget cos it’s a mango,
mango mango

But if we want what’s out of reach, it makes for better art
If we keep it out of reach, it makes for better art
We can redirect our passion into action and art
The ascetic flagellation of aesthetic masturbation
(Mango is my lover’s sweat)

Were you just another notch on my guitar?
Just another song of letting go?
Just another place we couldn’t go?
Just another late night shooting star?
Just another song on my guitar?
(Mango is my lover’s taste)

If I reach through the pain, will I reach another person?
Stretch through the pain, make a connection?
Use it — don’t numb it — paint it with meaning
It’s a thought, an idea — send it out screaming
(Mango is my lover’s voice)

Will you water that mango and make it grow? Sun
shine on that mango, make it grow? Will you
water that mango and make it grow cos it’s a mango,
mango mango…

Mango mango.

What do you think?