God he is the author the creator of your s**
And God creates the air that flows underneath your legs
So why don't you just lie back and think of bethlehem
When will you lie with me again
Last time we made love in Berlin, oh I noticed tiny bruises on your ankles
Your hair was cut much shorter then it used to be you were looking European
You said Honeypie push a little softer, Angelface come a little slower, be still and I will make it easier for you
The Angels designed buildings for the mighty new Berlin
Sweeping curves and parallel lines that let the daylight in
And there beside the who*e house is the church where we committed sin