You were writhing on the floor... Like a moth in molasses.
Who ever taught you to move your body like that?
Gooses pimpled, yelled Spanish... Like some out of date acid.
Who ever taught you to scream like that?
Maybe someday I could move like yo... u... But I'm not looking for a Holy Ghost.
Maybe someday I can scream like you... But I'm not looking for a Holy Ghost.
You were crying on the shoulders... Of the men in the shadows.
Who ever taught you to sell your sex like that?
I'm thinking through halo's... In a stained glass window.
Jesus Stranger are as strange as that?'
Maybe someday I could move... But I'm not looking for a Holy Ghost.
Maybe someday I can scream like you... But I'm not looking for a Holy Ghost.
Maybe someday I could move... But I'm not looking for a Holy Ghost.
Maybe someday I can scream like you... But I'm not looking for a Holy Ghost.
I've got your lips... I've got your kisses... I've got your tongues.