the fruits Songtext
von Paris Paloma

My love, are you the devil?
I would worship you instead of him
I have no time for confession
For I′m too busy committing sins
My love, you're something special
I′ve 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 that I'm falling
From a precipice that I tripped off long ago?
"You′re so pure," he says
Does he know, I′m forsaken?
The original sinner
But soon you'll know
For if I′m going down


I guess I'll take you with me
Naked in that garden
Back at the beginning
And now in your arms
You′re faithless, for you pitched me
Against your holy father
And it seems that I am winning

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
For I′m too busy committing sins
My love, you're something special
I've never met someone like you
You′d make me fall from heaven
But I know just what I do

"Devil," you call me
But seems 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

Oh!
Oh, call me a devil
Oh, you call me a devil
You want me on my knees to pray
Or play some other pleasing role
Never wonder
Where I must have learnt it all
You want me to transgress
While I'm 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 what's 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