Worms don't dance They haven't got the balls No matter how do you do It's just your do, that's all You got what it takes To knock at my door You want to get all excited Never been here before
And now I'm your Apple-eaten heathen The original sin Well, you ain't got my faith So best keep your beliefs I have waited forever To love someone I swear I heard you thank your God That time for having me come along
Chickens don't fly But they have got the wings No matter how hard they try They bump into things They're all running around Knock their heads on the ground They got a wish bone Where their backbone should have grown
And now I'm your Apple-eaten heathen Any old rib-stealing Eve Well, you ain't got my faith So best keep your beliefs I have waited forever To love someone I swear I heard you thank your God That time for having me come along
And then the intimacy Reduced to cruelty And I had you believe That this was meant to be And I know for the magic But you got away with it And that's all
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