A Higher Power

She said let's put a plastic bag over our heads And then kiss and stuff 'Til we get dizzy and fall on the bed We were in heaven for five or six minutes Then we passed out And I was so in love I thought I knew what love was all about In church on sunday making out in front of the preacher You had a black shirt on with a big picture of Nietzsche When we had done our thing for a full Christian hour I had made up my mind that there must be a higher power A higher, higher power A higher, higher power At the Christmas-party, I hold your hair when you vomit I help you up to brush your teeth Then I kiss your stomach We lie still on your bed The room is lit only by the tele And it's a perfect night for feeling melancholy A higher, higher power A higher, higher power