The Garden

I went walkin' in the garden

I was trippin' on snakes

And I ain't askin' for your lovin'

I'm just askin' what your love is gonna take

Ignorance is bliss when you're young enough to kiss

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Young men don't need pardons

How much love you gonna make?

Keep your head above the water

And breathe before the ice of the lake

I ain't gonna let him twist my wrist

I ain't gonna let him kiss these lips no

You've been fallin' close to arson

Did you leave your pills at home?

You got a problem with your head

And the doctor says you shouldn't be alone

Well, I got hips and you got lips

I plan to keep them, oh-oh-oh-oh

This ain't Johnny Carson

I got thoughts that ain't my own

I'm talkin' black souls dressed in red

And things that I shoulda never known

True love has its benefits

And I plan to reap 'em, oh, oh, oh, oh

You got hips and I got lips

I plan to keep 'em, oh, oh, oh, oh

Whoa