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Paris Paloma The Fruits

[Chorus]
"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 is something special
"I never met someone like you
You‘d make me fall from heaven"
But I know just what I do

[Verse 1]
"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 he'll know
For if I'm going down
I guess I'll take you with me
Naked in that garden
Back at the beginning
Now in your arms
You're faithless, for you pitched me
Against your holy father
And it seems I am winning
[Pre-Chorus]
But I don't
I feel your hands grabbing my throat
As you say

[Chorus]
"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 never met someone like you
You made me fall from heaven"
But I know just what I do

[Verse 2]
"Devil", you call me
But seem 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
[Pre-Chorus]
Least of all for me
I feel your lips kissing my feet
But even so

[Bridge]
Oh, you call me a devil
Oh, you call me a devil

[Outro]
You want me on my knees to pray
Or play some other pleasing role
But never wonder
Where I must have learned it all

You want me to transgress
While I am 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
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