It's the pleasure she craves and let the meaning go to hell
So at the cemetery gates I went down on Jezebel
The pearl in her navel glittered above me like the moon
I longed for the oblivion I knew she'd grant me soon
Now every kind of lie came tumbling from her lips
But it was the God's honest truth spoke in the rhythm of her hips
The wind blew through the gravestones and murmured in the grass
I longed for the oblivion I knew would never last
So she came in the shade of that sycamore tree
And when the trembling was done she'd already forgotten me
So she leaves without a murmur
And me I'm still kneeling at that gate
Longing for the oblivion that always comes too late
So at the cemetery gates I went down on Jezebel
The pearl in her navel glittered above me like the moon
I longed for the oblivion I knew she'd grant me soon
Now every kind of lie came tumbling from her lips
But it was the God's honest truth spoke in the rhythm of her hips
The wind blew through the gravestones and murmured in the grass
I longed for the oblivion I knew would never last
So she came in the shade of that sycamore tree
And when the trembling was done she'd already forgotten me
So she leaves without a murmur
And me I'm still kneeling at that gate
Longing for the oblivion that always comes too late
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