Preacher

I was wrong

It took so long

But you came

You make me strong

I've never known

Someone who can pick me up

Without falling themself

And for months

I felt so fucked

Then you sure came

You gave me something

Well for one

Some good loving

And I know that you felt the same

I am your preacher

Live my life by the book

Of what you like

Where you're travelling

Oh, what am I supposed to do?

And I have

Tried harder

Torn my pearls from your neck

Oh, once divine

Now poison

What am I supposed to do?

Oh, what a jealous girl I am

I take it back, maybe you need a man

How did I fall so low?

And how am I supposed to let you know

That

I have waited quite some time

Stood my ground and, fuck, you're not obliged

Be gentle when you come through

I know that he's set his sights on you