The Ballad Of Sexual Dependency Lyrics - Marianne Faithfull

Now there's a man, the living tool of Satan 

He charges forth while others are debating 

Conniving, cocky knave with all the trimmings 

I know one thing will trim him down — women. 

In women he meets deep authority, 

In them he feels his old dependency. 

He sniggers at the Good Book, mocks the priss and prim, 

Does anything for pay if it will pay 

And since he knows what ladies do to him 

He thrusts them well out of his way. 

All through the day he swears 

He's self denying, then dusk descends 

And once again he's lying. 

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They're all the same in meeting love's confusion 

Poor noble souls get blotted in illusion 

The one who swore he could escape the clinches 

Who is it that entangles him, wenches 

It fain resists their lush authority 

Before him stands his old dependency. 

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He harked the ten Commandments 

Trod the tried and true, would godly be and Golden Rule obey. 

For lunch ate frugally, a grape a two, 

Survived on one pure thought a day. 

He screamed, "I've mastered it without half trying" 

Appears the moon and once again he's lying. 

Idiots — all of them.