The Ballad Of Sexual Dependency lyrics

Song information

Artist: Marianne Faithfull
Album: The Seven Deadly Sins

Lyrics

Now there's a man, the living tool of satan
He charges forth while others are debating
Conniving, cocky knave with all the trimmings
I know one thing will trim him down — women
In women he meets deep authority
In them he feels his old dependency

He sniggers at the good book, mocks the priss and prim
Does anything for pay if it will pay
And since he knows what ladies do to him
He thrusts them well out of his way
All through the day he swears
He's self denying, then dusk descends
And once again he's lying

They're all the same in meeting love's confusion
Poor noble souls get blotted in illusion
The one who swore he could escape the clinches
Who is it that entangles him, wenches
It fain resists their lush authority
Before him stands his old dependency

He harked the ten commandments
Trod the tried and true, would godly be and golden rule obey
For lunch ate frugally, a grape a two
Survived on one pure thought a day
He screamed, "I've mastered it without half trying"
Appears the moon and once again he's lying
Idiots — all of them

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