She walks the streets in silence Till the early morning light Daytime never sees her Shes a lady of the night
Some say that her profession Is a low down dirty shame And some folks say shes just some hippie chick Thats half insane
She talked to me about someone she called The Son of Man She told me things I wasn't quite prepared to understand Perhaps she was a vision of delirium I seen This prostitute I meet last night named Mary Magdeline
Told a friend about The strange experience I had With Benzedrine indifference He assured me I was mad
His dad had been a Preacher Quoted scriptures from his head Disbelief was on his face Especially when I said
She talked to me about someone she called The Son of Man She told me things I wasn't quite prepared to understand Perhaps she was a vision of delirium I seen This prostitute I meet last night named Mary Magdeline
With hepatitis eyelids I went tripping down the street The local Catholic mission Offered rest for weary feet
The Priest heard my confession While his breath smelled just like wine He gave me the impression I was waisting sacred time
He talked to me about someone he called The Son of Man He told me things I wasn't quite prepared to understand He talked to me of vision and things he'd seen in dreams And he talked about a prostitute named Mary Magdeline
He talked to me about someone he called The Son of Man He told me things I wasn't quite prepared to understand Perhaps it was a vision of delirium I seen That prostitute I meet last night called Mary MagdelineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
