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 a Christmas-party, I'd hold your hair when you vomit
I'd help you up to brush your teeth, and then I'd 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

Higher, higher power
Higher, a higher power

A higher, higher power
A higher, higher power