My serpentine so seasoned
Oh, can? t you see the bronze cross upon my headboard?
Oh, and then you, you whisper so gently such haughty words
That I don? t want to hear no more
Yes, I know, that it? s not ordinary that you? re so unordinary
Well, now there? s nothing left to do, ooh, but follow you, oh, oh
And everybody? s talking at me
But don? t nobody know their place
My sister she knows completely
She gives me just a taste
Well, everybody? s talking at me
But don? t nobody know their place
My sister she knows completely
But gives me just a taste
My seraphim so softly
You? re like the deadly spider creeping under my door
Well, and then you, you crawl into my ear
Spinning all your webs out now till I can? t think straight no more
Yes, I know, it? s not ordinary that you? re so unordinary
Well, now there? s nothing left to do, ooh, but follow you, oh, oh
And everybody? s talking at me
But don? t nobody know their place
My sister she knows completely
She gives me just a taste
Well, everybody? s talking at me
But don? t nobody know their place
My sister she knows completely
Oh, she gives me just a taste
Give me just a taste, you give me just a taste
You give me just a taste, you give me just a taste
Now, I? m on your street then I? m at your down
And I? m in your house, coming back for whatever I want now, oh
Well, now I? m on your street then I? m at your down
And I? m in your house, coming back for just one more, oh
You give me just a taste, you give me just a taste
You give me just a taste, you give me just a taste
