(You Make Me Feel Like) A Natural Woman (Remastered LP Version)

[Verse 1:]
My lover's got humour,
She's the giggle at a funeral,
Knows everybody's disapproval,
I should've worshipped her sooner.
If the Heavens ever did speak,
She is the last true mouthpiece.
Every Sunday's getting more bleak,
A fresh poison each week.
“We were born sick”, you heard them say it,
My church offers no absolution,
She tells me, “Worship in the bedroom”.
The only heaven I'll be sent to
Is when I'm alone with you,
I was born sick, but I love it,
Command me to be well.
Amen, amen, amen!

[Chorus – x2:]
Take me to church,
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies.
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife.
Offer me my deathless death.
Good God, let me give you my life.

[Verse 2:]
If I'm a pagan of the good times
My lover's the sunlight.
To keep the Goddess on my side,
She demands a sacrifice,
To drain the whole sea,
Get something shiny,
Something meaty for the main course.
That's a fine looking high horse,
What you got in the stable?
We've a lot of starving faithful,
That looks tasty,
That looks plenty,
This is hungry work.

[Chorus – x2:]
Take me to church,
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies.
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife.
Offer me my deathless death.
Good God, let me give you my life.

[Bridge:]
No masters or kings when the ritual begins,
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin,
In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene,
Only then I am human,
Only then I am clean.
Amen, amen, amen!

[Chorus – x2:]
Take me to church,
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies.
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife.
Offer me my deathless death.
Good God, let me give you my life.


Take Me to Church

My lover's got humour
She's the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody's disapproval
I should've worshipped her sooner
If the Heavens ever did speak
She is the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday's getting more bleak
A fresh poison each week
'We were born sick,' you heard them say it
My church offers no absolution
She tells me 'worship in the bedroom'
The only heaven I'll be sent to
Is when I'm alone with you
I was born sick, but I love it
Command me to be well
Amen. Amen. Amen

[Chorus: 2x]
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your light
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

If I'm a pagan of the good times
My lover's the sunlight
To keep the Goddess on my side
She demands a sacrifice
To drain the whole sea
Get something shiny
Something meaty for the main course
That's a fine looking high horse
What you got in the stable?
We've a lot of starving faithful
That looks tasty
That looks plenty
This is hungry work

[Chorus: 2x]
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your light
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

No masters or kings when the ritual begins
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin
In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
Only then I am human
Only then I am clean
Amen. Amen. Amen

[Chorus: 2x]
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your light
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life









Take Me to Church

My lover's got humour
She's the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody's disappro-oval
I should've worshiped her sooner

If the heavens ever did speak
She's the la-ast true mouthpiece
Every Sunday's getting more ble-ak
a Fresh po-ison each we-ek

‘We were bo-orn sick,'
you heard them sa-ay it

My Church offers no-o absolutes.
She tells me, ‘Worship in the bedroom.'
The only heaven I'll be sent to-o
Is when I'm alone with you

I was born sick,
But I lo-ove it
Command me to be well

A-a-a-a-a-a-a. A-a-a-a-a-a men.
A-a-a me-en. A-a-a-a me-en..

[Chorus 2x:]
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog
at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins
and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me-e that deathless death
Oh, Good God, let me give you my life

If I'm a pagan of the good times
My-y lover's the sunlight
To keep the Goddess on my side
She demands a sacrifice

To drain the whole sea
Get something shiny
Something meaty for the main course
That's a fine looking high horse
What you got in the sta-b-le?
We've a lot of starving faithful
That looks tasty
That looks plenty
This is hungry work

[Chorus 2x:]
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog
at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins
and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me-e that deathless death
Oh, Good God, let me give you my life

No Masters or Kings
When the Ritu-a-a-al begins
There is no swe-e-te-e-er innocence
Tha-a-an our gentle sin
In the madness and soil
of tha-at sa-ad earthly scene
Only then I-i a-am Human
Only then I am Cle-a-an
O-oh, oh.
A-a-amen, a-a-ame-e-e-en,
a-a-a-ame-e-e-e-en.

[Chorus 2x:]
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog
at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins
and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me-e that deathless death
Oh, Good God, let me give you my life
















Take Me to Church

My lover's got humour
She's the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody's disappro-oval
I should've worshiped her sooner

If the heavens ever did speak
She's the la-ast true mouthpiece
Every Sunday's getting more ble-ak
a Fresh po-ison each we-ek

‘We were bo-orn sick,'
you heard them sa-ay it

My Church offers no-o absolutes.
She tells me, ‘Worship in the bedroom.'
The only heaven I'll be sent to-o
Is when I'm alone with you

I was born sick,
But I lo-ove it
Command me to be well
A-a-a-a-a-a-a. A-a-a-a-a-a men.
A-a-a me-en. A-a-a-a me-en..

[Chorus 2x:]
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog
at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins
and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me-e that deathless death
Oh, Good God, let me give you my life

If I'm a pagan of the good times
My-y lover's the sunlight
To keep the Goddess on my side
She demands a sacrifice

To drain the whole sea
Get something shiny
Something meaty for the main course
That's a fine looking high horse
What you got in the sta-b-le?

We've a lot of starving faithful
That looks tasty
That looks plenty
This is hungry work

[Chorus 2x:]
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog
at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins
and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me-e that deathless death
Oh, Good God, let me give you my life

No Masters or Kings
When the Ritu-a-a-al begins
There is no swe-e-te-e-er innocence
Tha-a-an our gentle sin
In the madness and soil
of tha-at sa-ad earthly scene
Only then I-i a-am Human
Only then I am Cle-a-an
O-oh, oh.
A-a-amen, a-a-ame-e-e-en,
a-a-a-ame-e-e-e-en.

[Chorus 2x:]
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog
at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins
and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me-e that deathless death
Oh, Good God, let me give you my life



Take Me to Church

My lover's got humour
She's the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody's disapproval
I should've worshipped her sooner
If the Heavens ever did speak
She is the last true mouth piece
Every Sunday's getting more bleak
A fresh poison each week
We were born sick, you heard them say it
My church offers no absolutes
She tells me 'worship in the bedroom'
The only heaven I'll be sent to
Is when I'm alone with you
I was born sick, but I love it
Command me to be well

Amen. Amen. Amen.

Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

If I'm a pagan of the good times
My lover's the sunlight
To keep the Goddess on my side
She demands a sacrifice
To drain the whole sea
Get something shiny
Something meaty for the main course
That's a fine looking high horse
What you got in the stable?
We've a lot of starving faithful
That looks tasty
That looks plenty
This is hungry work

Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me my deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

No masters or kings when the ritual begins
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin
In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
Only then I am human
Only then I am clean

Amen. Amen. Amen

Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life



Take Me to Church

My lover's got humour,
She's the giggle at a funeral,
Knows everybody's disapproval,
I should've worshipped her sooner.

If the Heavens ever did speak,
She is the last true mouthpiece.
Every Sunday's getting more bleak,
A fresh poison each week.

“We were born sick”, you heard them say it,
My church offers no absolution,
She tells me, “Worship in the bedroom”.
The only heaven I'll be sent to
Is when I'm alone with you,
I was born sick, but I love it,
Command me to be well.

Amen, amen, amen!

Take me to church,
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies.
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife.
Offer me my deathless death.
Good God, let me give you my life.

No masters or kings when the ritual begins,
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin,
In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene,
Only then I am human,
Only then I am clean.

Amen, amen, amen!

Take me to church,
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies.
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife.
Offer me my deathless death.
Good God, let me give you my life.