The Garden

I went walking in the garden I was tripping on snakes I ain't asking for your love I'm just asking what your Love is going to take Ignorance is bliss when You're young enough to Kiss 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 been falling close to arson Did you leave your pills at home? You've 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 This ain't Johnny Carson I've got thoughts that ain't my own I'm talking black souls Dressed in red things That i should have Never known True love has its benefits And I plan to reap them Oh oh oh oh You got hips And you got lips I plan to keep them Oh oh oh oh Woah