Heliotrope

Heliotrope my love Her face to the heavens Her petals all around her dial Her shadow follows her It looks like a seven And I'm as loaded as a gun She worships the sun She worships the sun I lie beneath the ground My eyes are unseeing My name is gone from all the files The tombs are shimmering Deep into her being It could be lethal But it's fun She worships the sun She worships the sun She worships the sun She's full of happy beans No shadow within her Your paranoia makes her smile And when the cat's head grins She's ready for dinner: You know you're gonna be the one! She worships the sun She worships the sun She worships the sun I said now She worships the sun