Let me take you to the movies
Can I take you to the show
Let me be yours ever truly
Can I make your garden grow
>From the houses of the holy
We can watch the white doves go
>From the door comes Satan's daughter
And it only goes to show that you know
There's an angel on my shoulder
In my hand a sword of gold
Let me wander in your garden
And the seeds of love I'll sow, you know
So the world is spinning faster
Are you dizzy when you're stoned
Let the music be your master
Will you heed the master's call
Oh, Satan and man
Said there ain't no use in cryin'
'Cause it'll lonely only drive you mad
Does it hurt to hear him lyin'
Was this the only world you had, oh
So let me take you, take you to the movie
Can I take you, baby, to the show
Why don't you let me be yours ever truly
Can I make your garden grow, you know I'll try
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