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Lust Lyrics

Artist: Marianne Faithfull
Album: The Seven Deadly Sins

ANNA I

Then we met a wealthy man in Boston
And he paid her a lot because he loved her,
But I had to keep a watch on Anna
Who was too loving, but she loved another,
And she paid him a lot because she loved him.

So I said: "Cheat the man who protects you
And you've lost half your value then:
He may pay once although he suspects you,
But he won't pay time and time again.
Girls can have their fun with money
When they've no provider they must face;
But for girls like us, it's not funny
If we ever even once forget our place."

"Don't try to sit between two stools,"
I told her, then I went to see her young friend,
And said: "If you're kind, you won't hold her,
For this love will be your sweetheart's bitter end."
Girls can have their fun with money
When their money is their own to give,
But for girls like us, it's not funny
If we even once forget the way we live.

So I sent him a lone one-way ticket
Which had broke his heart to use, naturally.
And when Anna found out my trick,
He'd look like broken bones for me.

FAMILY

Oh Lord, look down upon our daughter,
Show her the way
That leads the good to Thy reward,
Incline her heart to observe all Thy commandments
That her works on earth may prosper.

ANNA I

Now she show off her little round white bottom
Worth twice a little Texas Motel,
And for nothing the poolroom can stare at Anna
As though she had nothing to sell.
That's why most girls don't get rich
For they go bad when they forget their place:
You're not free to buy what you itch for
When you've got a good provider you must face.

FAMILY

Who fights the good fight and all self subdues
Wins the Palm, gains the Crowns.

ANNA I

It wasn't easy putting that in order
Saying good-bye to young Fernando
Then back to Edward to apologize,
Then the endless nights I heard my sister
Sobbing bitterly and repeating:

ANNA II

It's right like this, Anna, But so hard!

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