The Fruits

My love, are you the devil? I would worship you instead of him I have no time for confession For I'm too busy committing sins My love, you're something special I've never met someone like you You'd make me fall from heaven But I know just what I do "Angel," he calls me Does he know that I'm falling From a precipice that I tripped off long ago? "You're so pure," he says Does he know, I'm forsaken? The original sinner But soon you'll know For if I'm going down I guess I'll take you with me Naked in that garden Back at the beginning And now in your arms You're faithless, for you pitched me Against your holy father And it seems that I am winning I don't I feel your hands grabbing my throat As you say My love, are you the devil? I would worship you instead of him I have no time for confession For I'm too busy committing sins My love, you're something special I've never met someone like you You'd make me fall from heaven But I know just what I do "Devil," you call me But seems to be enjoying The fruits of my labour that came to me too young When he stole my virtue I'm glad it seems to serve you That I was born a daughter and not a son For if I'm going down I guess I'll take you with me Screaming birds sound an awful lot like singing And I will tell you now That I'm not even singing There's no escape for some Least of all for me I feel your lips kissing my feet But even so Oh! Oh, call me a devil Oh, you call me a devil You want me on my knees to pray Or play some other pleasing role Never wonder Where I must have learnt it all You want me to transgress While I'm in my Sunday best And all the while have no respect As you eat it up whole My body and my blood You've claimed it now, so come drink up And there's no need to be concerned About what's left when you are done because You've got me on my knees to pray Or play some other pleasing role But never wonder Where I must have learnt it all