| D | G | A | |
| Split me open |
| D | G | A | |
| With devotion |
| D | G | A | |
| Put your hand in |
| D | G | A | |
| And rip my heart out |
| Does he conceal, what he really feels? |
| He's a woman at heart, and I love for that. |
| Let's split him open |
| Like a pomegranate |
| Insides out |
| All is revealed, not only women bleed. |
| Take the stone out, of the mango |
| You put it in your mouth |
| And pull a plum out |
| Take a papaya, you like a guava? |
| Grab a banana, and a sultana |
| Rip them to pieces with sticky fingers |
| Split the banana, crush the sultana |
| All emotion, and with devotion |
| You put your hands in |
| What are you thinking? |
| What am I singing? |
| A song of seeds, the food of love |
| Eat the music. |