The words of a woman are often unspoken They lie in the gutter of faith and devotion Either you're with them, or lying against them Whatever you wanted becomes your possession Half of this world's only joking The others are purely provoking
She's heavenly mine
Eagerly pressing upon your intention You laugh at her freely and claim your redemption Such is on offer as lies and deception With brief bursts of colour from chromatic spectrum Half of this world's only kidding The others believe they're winning
She's heavenly mine
Praying the good Lord has sent her a saviour Forget all the others, tell them She's heavenly mine
