We met upon a hill, the night was cool and still 
She sucked my dormant will 
Mother, she blew my brain, I will go back again 
My God, she shook me cold 

I had no time to spare, I grabbed her golden hair 
And threw her to the ground 
Father, she craved my head, Oh Lord, the things she said 
My God, she should be told 

I was very smart, broke the gentle hearts 
Of many young virgins 
I was quick on the ball, left them so lonely 
They'd just give up trying 
Then she took my head, smashed it up 
Kept my young blood rising  [bad word] me mercilessly, kept me going around 
So she didn't know I crave her so-o-o 

I'll give my love in vain, to reach that peak again 
We met upon a hill 
Mother, she blew my brain, I will go back again 
My God, she shook me cold