Michael On Fire: Music

Oh my God, she said to me
All her gods are different trees
Concrete neon and streets of sin
Who came first, was it a man, or woman?

Oh my goddess in the night
Oh my freedom in the light
Lipstick alleys and blood mascara
Unborn baby girls, called Sara

She said she’s a flash of light
She’s pagan to the bone
You can take my body
But leave my heart alone

All your jewelry and your golden chains
All your lovers, they know my name
Spanish pearls and Spanish gloves
All her prayers are songs of love

Natures daughters and Pipes of Pan
All her candles are made of sand
Irish silk and French champagne
All her thoughts are so profane