Adam's at the window staring at the apple trees on fire
waiting for the windfall that brings the smile of kings and their desire
door blows in behind him, a floral pattern, summer dress so gay
burning in the sunlight, too late to wait, for darkenss won't delay
to steal her cherry lips away
for while the careless tongues of sunlight slowly trickle down
the curve of hips, her fingertips, in kissing sips we drown
in kissing sips we drown
And adam will have his way
adam will have his way
Adam's on the island, living in the land of love
shadows lurk around him, drunk on the royal jelly of pure love
full and ripe, the fruit hang, for when the prince arrives he will want more
and more and more he will drink from the canvas cup
the son of a swan will then loose his plumera
and he will wear a new age suit and haunt the joints in town
and play a silver magic flute and call his lovers down
and call his lovers down
And adam will have his way
adam will have his way
will have his way
Adam's at the easel painting in the wrinkles and the gray
waiting for november, easy with the darkness of the day
smiles a tear of gladness, and adam's at the window once again
he's burning in the sunlight, too late to wait, for darkness won't delay
to steal her cherry lips away
for while the careless tongues of sunlight slowly trickle down
the curve of hips, her fingertips, in kissing sips we drown
in kissing sips we drown
And adam will have his way...
Adam's at the window