Hey...girl

Take out the dagger

And let's have a stab at the sexual revolution

Hey girl

Let freedom for all be our rallying call

Tomorrow lets make...our new revolution

Yeah, but tonight lie still

While I plunder your sweet grave

And remember

Only the poor can be saved

Hey girl

As I've always said I prefer your lips red

Not what the good Lord made

But what he intended

Hey girl

Don't poit the finger at me

I am only a rat in a maze like you

And only the dead go free

So...please hold my hand

As we blunder through the maze

And remember

Nothing can grow without rain

Don't point

Don't point your finger at me

I awoke in a fever

The bedclothes were all soaked in sweat

She said "You've been having a nightmare

And it's not over yet"

Then she picked up the doggy in the window

The one wits the waggly tail

And she put him to bed between two bits of bread