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Everybody finished their honey-tipped cigar Our after-dinner speaker tonight is God A warm round of applause And then silence 'Tell us of love', we said 'Tell us of love Great one above Won't you tell us of love?' And he said, 'Well I've never tasted your flavour before So maybe love is your whore Maybe just a figment of emotion' Hear my Hear my song What if I'm What if I'm wrong Hear my Hear my song I'm always right But what if I'm wrong The crowd went wild Man, woman, and child Fuelled by brandy and cherry wine And the apple in the mouth Of the head of John the Baptist 'Tell us of hate', we said 'Tell us of hate Don't spare the bait Won't you tell us of hate' And he said, 'Well I've never tasted your flavour before So maybe hate is your whore But I remember when we were lovers' Hear my Hear my song What if I'm What if I'm wrong Hear my Hear my song I'm always right But what if I'm wrong What if I'm wrong |