You were writhing on the floor like a moth in molasses
Whoever taught you to move your body like that?
Goose pimples just vanished like some out of date acid
Whoever taught you to scream like that?
Maybe someday I could move like you
Maybe someday I could move like you
But I'm not looking for a holy ghost
Maybe someday I can scream like you
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,
Whoever taught you to sell your sex like that?
I'm thinking two halos in a stain-glass window
Jesus' strangers are as strange as that
Maybe someday I could move like you
Maybe someday I could move like you
But I'm not looking for a holy ghost
Maybe someday I can scream like you
Maybe someday I can scream like you
But I'm not looking for a holy ghost
Maybe someday I could move like you
Maybe someday I could move like you
But I'm not looking for a holy ghost
Maybe someday I can scream like you
Maybe someday I can scream like you
But I'm not looking for a holy ghost |
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