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God's work is plans I stand here with a man that talked to me so candidly More than I choose.
My lips once roosed I feel again the blues of longing, ever longing, to be confused
He wrote me a letter Saying he would love me better Than my poor sons begetter the rules
Spoke of love like hunger He at once was younger. Younger, ever younger, in my hunger for a muse
Finest man that I've seen ever since my eyes have been But his honesty did gleam me blind
Keep those thoughts from sight Follow me into the night And you can call on me when you need the light
You know what I need Why won't you give it me? Must I fall down at your feet and plead?
Don't you be scared of me I'm nothing but the beast And I'll call on you when I need to feast
God's work is plans I stand here with a man that talked to me so candidly More than I choose.
My lips once roosed I feel again the blues of longing, ever longing, to be confused
He wrote me a letter Saying he would love me better Than my poor sons begetter the rules
Spoke of love like hunger He at once was younger. Younger, ever younger, in my hunger for a muse
Finest man that I've seen ever since my eyes have been But his honesty did gleam me blind
Keep those thoughts from sight Follow me into the night And you can call on me when you need the light
You know what I need Why won't you give it me? Must I fall down at your feet and plead?
Don't you be scared of me I'm nothing but the beast And I'll call on you when I need to feast