I Worship You

I don’t love you, dear
I swear it’s true
I don’t love you, dear
I worship you
Must I modify
My point of view?
Why should I be odd if I
Worship you?
On that sacred day
When you become mine
Somewhere far away
I’ll build you a shrine
There I’ll prove it, dear
And when I do
I’ll get on my knees and worship you
Back in the days when Greece was mighty
Men used to worship Aphrodite
When the Phoenicians threw a party
The driest host drank a toast to Astarte
The great Egyptian sacrifices
Were made to please the goddess Isis
And one of my most ancient vices
Is my worship of you
I don’t love you, dear
I swear it’s true
I don’t love you, dear
I worship you
Must I modify
My point of view?
Why should I be odd if I
Worship you?
On that sacred day
When you become mine
Somewhere far away
I’ll build you a shrine
There I’ll prove it, dear
And when I do
I’ll get on my knees and worship you