Worms - Beth Orton

Worms don't dance
They haven't got the balls
No matter how do you do
It's just your do that's all
You got what it takes
To knock at my door
You want to get all excited
Never been here before
And now I'm your
Apple-eaten heathen
The original sin
Well you ain't got my faith
So best keep your beliefs
I have waited forever
To love someone
I swear I heard you
Thank your God
That time for
Having me come along
Chickens don't fly
But they have got the wings
No matter how hard they try
They bump into things
They're all running around
Knock their heads
On the ground
They got a wish bone
Where their backbone
Should have grown
And now I'm your
Apple-eaten heathen
Any old rib-stealing Eve
Well you ain't got my faith
So best keep your beliefs
I have waited forever
To love someone
I swear I heard you
Thank your God
That time for
Having me come along
And then the intimacy
Reduced to cruelty
And I had you believe
That this was meant to be
And I know for the magic
But you got away with it
And that's all
Worms - Beth Orton