Rosemary's Got a Crush

Time for the ritual has come, today’s the day
If you ever thought that out of it there would be a way
Be warned that you were wrong, be ashamed you disbelieved
The preacher, the fire, the crowd are in the field waiting
You thought that all those strange marks on your thigh
Were just a random birthmark, don’t know why should I
Be the scion of darkness? I grew up in the nineties
The layman, the yuppie will revel in my name
Midnight summertime
I don’t mind your love
Thank you, hope you’re OK
Now wipe up and I’ll be on my way
This girl’s got a fever, she got it by my touch
I’m an angel, she’s a vessel, oh she don’t mean too much
She’s smitten to her brains, but I’ve got my plans
This night, one more night I guess they’ll have to wait
Midnight summertime
I don’t mind your love
Thank you, hope you’re OK
Now wipe up and I’ll be on my way
Can’t fight your nature