Paradise Steakhouse - Jethro Tull

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 (Try not to watch me)

Just call me after darkfall (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 (I'd like to eat you)

All fire will consume you (Fire will consume you)

Roast on the 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

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