[00:14.64]You wouldn't believe in my new belle she flits and weaves a curious spell[00:22.02]And under my skin there's a place where she resides[00:29.52]Finding a release in prayers and psalms I will obey her articulate commands[00:36.54]She is just a coquette and how I wish I could forget[00:41.43]Breathing new life in to the sad witch and she promised me three wishes and all I wish is she should remain here[00:58.29]A poisonous saint with a brittle, crippled frame and she fooled me with her motherly gestures, my only guess is she's misguided[01:19.29]The sins, the sins the heavenly limbs that greet below the red, red lights[01:26.61]Hold no sway with me now she's my intended[01:33.57]The jewels around her neck retain a curious sheen, god is in my heart and tearing at the seams[01:40.74]Her atheist tracts are certainly persuading[01:44.94](and I don't know, and I don't want to know, if she floats or drowns, if she floats or drowns.)