Based on Malta 2002
What Yami said — Seventh Wonder (live version)
7 degrees
In Tallinn I freeze
Longing for the plane to get me out of this hell
But passport guy
He won't let me by
Giving me the eye - You want my CD signed?
The passengers in the queue start to stir
"Yes, it's her!" - hear their sighs:
"The highlight of our lives"
Scan again! Come on, man
Do you not know who I am?
If your records are slow
You can Google me, you know
Check the magazines, messageboards, my six ex-lovers
Search I R A and you get...
...Irish bombers
Ooo... Ooo... Ooo... Ooo... Ooo... Ooo… Ooo…
Oooooops
Surely, you see, terror's not me
The land of Terry Wogan?! That's gotta be myth
Starting to think they'll ask me to strip
Shed my draughty lacey clothes? Can’t they spy through the holes?
The common folk will confirm I'm no joke
For the flight, I'm no risk
There's no need for a frisk!
Do it here? Watcha mean?
I'd prefer behind a screen
Why the 6 pairs of hands
Have you got some naughty plans?
What's with all the probes, periscopes, long gloves of rubber?
And who’s this lady halfway up my vulva?
Now seven creeps are copping a feel
Soon they'll reach my most secret of cavities
You wanna see?
* She lets her pants fall off, impressing the crowd *
I admit for a fact
I store glitter up my twat
It's the latest of trends
Brings vaginal dividends
(Wow, that's magical!) Vagical!
(Can it heal muffs torn asunder?)
It's meant to calm internal winds and thunder
* * * Massive fanny fart spraying everyone with glitter * * *
Unforeseen pussy storm
I've unleashed a glitter bomb!
Took us all by surprise
Shooting sparkles in your eyes
With a glitterous clitoris, fully vajazzled
There's no mistaking I can be none other
(Now we recognise that shimmering gash!)
Queen of crotch-glow
(Who needs passports when she'll give you a flash!)
Ira Losco