Artichoke de Cibo Matto

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.