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
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