you were writhing on the floor like a moth in molasses who ever taught you to move your body like that goose pimpled yelled spanish like some out of date acid who ever taught you to scream like that maybe someday i could move like you but i m not looking for a holy ghost maybe someday i can scream like you but i m not looking for a holy ghost you were crying on the shoulders of the men in the shadows who ever taught you to sell your sex like that i m thinking two halos in a stained glass window jesus strangers are as strange as that maybe someday i could move like you but i m not looking for a holy ghost maybe someday i can scream like you but i m not looking for a holy ghost maybe someday i could move like you but i m not looking for a holy ghost maybe someday i can scream like you but i m not looking for a holy ghost 