Your jealousy is the foundation of my church.
St. Peter has never had such a devoted follower
as St. Dymphna does.
You fail to see how my eyes follow you,
you forget it is you who steals my thoughts.
Let me fly free,
throw me in the ocean,
always, always my heart
will I find my way back to you.
Chain me, bind me, lock me away
it matters naught.
Because of you I know why
men in prison sing.
They've had a taste of love
and I've had the whole dang meal.