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Goose pimples just vanished like some out of date acid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)
Well I'm not looking for a holy ghost.
Maybe someday I could scream like you
(Maybe someday I could scream like you)
Well 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 stained glass window
Jesus, strangers are as strange as thatMaybe someday I could move like you
(Maybe someday I could move like you)
Well I'm not looking for a holy ghost.
Maybe someday I could scream like you
(Maybe someday I could scream like you)
Well I'm not looking for a holy ghost.
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HARRY MCVEIGH, JACK BROWN, CHARLES CAVEPublished by
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