Tekster: David Bowie. Other. Reptile.

She spreads herself wide open
to let the insects in
She leaves a trail of honey
to show me where she's been
She has the blood of reptile
just underneath her skin
Seeds from a thousand others
drip down from within

Oh my beautiful liar
Oh my precious whore
My disease my infection
I am so impure

Devils speak of the ways
in which she'll manifest
Angels bleed
from the tainted touch of my caress

Need to contaminate
to alleviate this loneliness
I now know the depths
I reach are limitless

Oh my beautiful liar
Oh my precious whore
My disease my infection
I am so impure