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
Ah, 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-whoa-oh
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-whoa-oh, Satan an' man
Said there ain't no use in cryin'
'Cause it will only, only drive you mad
Does it hurt to hear them lyin'
Was this the only world you had
Oh-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-whoa, that's right

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