I See Nothing But Green

I can't say I'd do anything But I'd do a lot For those crisp green papery babies Ejected from cash machines I'd give you a vial of blood A touch of my hand A listening ear A few words of assurance I'd even give you My hand for a dance Let your fingers Trace my back, my hips I'd agree to some skimpy attire Reveal some cleavage I am no more than flesh and blood Not above or beyond From ashes I rise To ashes I will return