I said I don't know how to work all the keys
One hand on my shoulder, the other on my thigh
I tried to play the chords to match the look in your eye
The bench was getting smaller as the night took it's hold
I could barely pump the sustain as your hands became bold
Mary looked down and Jesus he wept
Rebecca poured out all the lies that she kept
Shadows on the wall gyrated and leapt
I fingered the Devil's tritone out of respect
Until the fires faded the embers slept
Back to the succor of that Beast you crept
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