R.O.B.Y.N. - Intellectual

Never neglect the marrow of your head in the clouds

In favour of your desire to stop being unstoppable

I melted with stream and fought with the current

Asking to turn on a tuppence

In favour of clean I could not hold down

If not for expending my woman

R.O.B.Y.N

The pursing of lips and the passing of piece

And the turning of tide in the clammer of me

And I keep all your receipts

Dot all the 'I's in my name if you'd have it

Facing downstream, you are no salmon

We'll play with small statues when our counters fall through the cracks

If you'd end on your back with me

R.O.B.Y.N

From the font of your youth

'Til the draw of your sluice

Past the box hedgerow roots

And the rearing of newts

R.O.B.Y.N

Hunch over my page and fill up my quill

Ravage my days

Take your fill

R.O.B.Y.N

If you'd end on your back with me

R.O.B.Y.N