Let me take you to the movies Can I take you to the show Let me be yours ever truly Can I make your garden grow >From the houses of the holy We can watch the white doves go >From the door comes Satan's daughter And it only goes to show Ah, you know There's an angel on my shoulder In my hand a sword of gold Let me wander in your garden And the seeds of love I'll sow You know-whoa-oh So the world is spinning faster Are you dizzy when you're stoned Let the music be your master Will you heed the master's call Oh-whoa-oh, Satan an' man Said there ain't no use in cryin' 'Cause it will only, only drive you mad Does it hurt to hear them lyin' Was this the only world you had Oh-oh So let me take you, take you to the movie Can I take you, baby, to the show Why don't you let me be yours ever truly Can I make your garden grow You know-whoa, that's right