You say your life's been wasted
You say there's nothing left
You've been so disillusioned
Living on your theft
You call up ask to meet me
Under our favourite tree
I say "This must be real bad
For you to call on me"

I get there and I find you under our favourite tree
I can smell the blossom, and hear the buzzing bee
I sit down right beside you and I look into your eyes
I feel a deep emotion as you look onto the skies

And she says
"I've lived a life of evil, some people say I'm mad
I've been through prostitution, you can't count the men I've had
I've lived on what I've stolen, and hoped inside a lie
I beg you stay and hear me now, and help me while I die"

I say "What are you talking of?
Oh, what is this you say?
Dying's not for you my love,"
You say "It's what I pay!"

You say "I thought you'd understand, first to make love with me
I still remember feeling your gland rubbing deep in me
Passionate feelings they arouse, never ask me why
Please make love to me once more, here before I die"