Sisters of Mercy Follow

All God's children give good phone
I called Jesus, he's not home
So I'm so pleased to talk to you

Trees and walks, I love them too
Threatened species, they adore me
Flower children never bore me

But all the things you share are
Better left unsaid
When you can give me head
And run your fingers through my hair

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You could be the one, we can meditate
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You could be the one, let's call it fate

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You could be the one to get your flowers pressed
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You could be the one, just get undressed

Ah, I'm so glad to find you here
Mystic people, they're so dear
I don't like the rest
Your sign's the best

Whatever it is, I'm most impressed
I don't need to understand
The laying on of hands
I'm in a hurry to get my collar straight

'Cause life is short and I can't wait
So don't worry about the state

In the Armour plate

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You could be the one, we can meditate
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You could be the one, let's call it fate

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You could be the one to get your flowers pressed
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You could be the one, just get undressed

I'm so pleased that you believe
Now open up a little, let the good times in
Mmm, we're going for a ride
Destiny can't be denied

But all those precious things
Are better left unsaid
When you can give me head
And run your fingers through my hair

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You could be the one, we can meditate
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You could be the one, let's call it fate

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You could be the one to get your flowers pressed
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You could be the one, just get undressed

Love is all you need

All God's children give good phone
I called Jesus, he's not home
So I'm so pleased to talk to you