I went walking in the garden
I was tripping on snakes
And I ain't asking for your loving
I'm just asking what your love is gonna take

Ignorance is bliss when you're young enough to kiss
Uh, uh, uh, 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, oh, oh, oh

You've been falling close to arson
Did ya 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've got thoughts that ain't my own
I'm talking 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

Woo