The Poet And His Prophet

Now listen dolly bird
I've got a prophet
Way down way down
In my pocket
Oh guess what it is
I've got a prophet
Way down way down
In my pocket
Now I've got a prophet
The type of those that resurrect

Close your eyes
And let the lord see through you
I will see through you
Let the lord see through you

All I know
You don't know
What I was talking about
What I was talking about
All I know
You don't know
What I was talking about
What I was talking about
Let me try to make you understand

Listen again listen again
Listen dolly bird

You need a poet
Way back way back
Behind your pocket
You know where
You need a poet
Way back way back
Behind your pocket
You need a poet
The poet and his prophet

Now open your thighs
And let me see what's inside of you
Let me see what's inside of you
Yeah!

All I know
You don't know
What I was talking about
What I was talking about
All I know
You don't know
What I was talking about
What I was talking about
Let me try to make you understand

This time you need to get it

You need a poet
That's me
You need a prophet
Take mine
Now open your eyes
And let the lord see through you
Let the lord feel through
Let me see
The lord maybe me

Now I know
That you know
Talking about
Me and you
Now I know
That you know
Talking about
What we were talking about
Now I know that you know

Now you know precisely what I want from you