Testo: Cibo Matto. Viva La Woman. Artichoke..

My heart is like an artichoke
I eat petals myself one by one
Until I feel enough
Until I lose to laugh

When I end to eat the last one
I will tear my drops
I will lose my lips

Though I can't stop plucking off
I can't see my core
I keep asking for you more and more

Can you peel my petals one by one?
Your hands are like a rusty knife
Are you gonna keep on peeling me?
Are you gonna keep on peeling me?
Are you gonna keep on peeling me?

What am I gonna be on the pan?
Will I be burnt black?
Can you squeeze a lemon on me?
A lemon on me?

Baby, baby, everything you wanna feel
Baby, baby, everything you wanna taste
Baby, baby, everything you wanna feel
Baby, baby, everything you wanna taste