Melange - Tom Holkenborg aka Junkie XL

Mix it with mine, with yours

if the othordox ways crime

ingnorance tricks the men

sting again

like porcupine

skin complexion

won’t give direction

hail to mulatto

italiano

farrago

anything with a twist yo for the night flows hot like sirocco

mix with all for the ritual.

Win skin like Marlon Brando

in the last tango

now I’m single

in the disco

club schizo

when the disk spins loud colloyuial go.

Juices up loosen up let the lust overflows my cup pop.

Mix it with mine, blend it with yours.

Seeking a true force melange.

Never mind

check the signs

intertwine,

cool: melange.

Ascetic aspects get no contact

amatory looks for hot sex,

screaming from your voice box, larynx

o yeah!

Steppin’to a girl that basically is way out of your league

out of reach,

but the peach

makes lips glisten,

blushin’your cheeks,

hold the courage and the guts

aided by Millerquads or Buds

alcohol creates the stud

to strut

in perfect duds

so much for phase one,

it takes one line to flake out son

as you glance

top — bottom, butt

gives the shakes on shoot the gift

for swift quick linguistic

let libido uplift,

arrange the melody

on the Freud theraphy tip

figure you have potential,

she wetting lips.

It was a test,

now your perfect match

cos’the fire is lit.

Background unknown

but the sex drives the prone

get the conversation on,

and dig out ones skulls to bone.