Paris Paloma - the fruits

Lyrics

My love are you the devil?
I would worship you instead of him
I have no time for confession
I'm to busy committing sins
My love you're something special
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 I'm falling
From a precipice I tripped off long ago
You're so pure, he says
Does he know I'm forsaken,
The original sinner
But soon he'll know
For if I'm going down
I guess I'll take you with me
Naked in that garden
Back at the beginning
Now in your arms
You're faithless, you pitched me
Against your holy father
And it seems I am winning

But 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
I'm to busy committing sins
My love you're something special
Never met someone like you
You'd make me fall from heaven
But I know just what I do

"Devil," you call me,
but seem 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

You want me on my knees to pray
Or play some other pleasing role
But never wonder
where I must have learnt it all
You want me to transgress
whilst I am 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 whats 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