"So, I've coveted fruit from an unlikely tree.
You can call me hopeless and blind, but I don't need my eyes,
I have other senses, baby, and they're in tune with your need.
For, I've heard you calling, from far and away.
It's under my skin, your unnurtured seed.

You can cry, for I hear you, as you moan and you ache.
It lies in the heart of your soul, baby come if you can.
I would never deprive what is yours to take.
But, what you know in your heart isn't quite in your mind.
You lack the release you crave; human nature unkind.

I'm always here to take care of you, sweet banshee.
When, between your legs you want to weep and quiver.
You'll soar through the heavens with unbridled glee.
Electric feeling on your skin never fails.
Banshee speak to me in wails."