I Had to Cut Her

She Called on me, I would not take her,
She called on me and I would not stir
She called on me and I asked my maker,
Should I go, lord should I go to wed,
And take our vows before the altar
Before the devil would have us sin
And I fear that she should falter
And return to her wicked ways again…
But in my dreams I did take her
But in my dreams I lost control
When I woke, I did forsake her
For I feared for my immortal soul
I said to her, «I need a virgin,
Who’s never known the touch of men»
But I gave in to her urgin
I laid down pure, but I rose up in sin.
What I thought, I could not tell her
What I knew I could not say
Like a dog, I could smell her
Like a dog, I could not stay
Before I left, I had to cut her
And I held her while she bled
For I thought I could not trust her
And I knew I could not wed