You were writhing on the floor
Like a moth in molasses
Whoever taught you to move your body like that?
Goose pimpled, yelled Spanish
Like some out of date acid
Whoever taught you to scream like that?
Maybe someday I could move like you
But I'm not looking for a holy ghost
Maybe someday I could scream like you
But 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 through halos
In a stained glass window
"Jesus strangers are as strange as that?"
Maybe someday I could move like you
But I'm not looking for a holy ghost
Maybe someday I could scream like you
But I'm not looking for a holy ghost