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 
Crushed 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