Suzanne Vega

The virgin mary on a chain
has hit me in the mouth again
as we explore the carnal score
of sacred and profane
Sulky boy won't drink his milk
mothers breast beneath the silk
remains untouched it's way too much
reject all of that ilk
I have to say it makes me wonder
if you are holding me
to the same blue flame that you are under
i feel you scolding me
Your virgin mary's in the way
hallucinate her face by day
obscure the view in front of you
it's me here made of clay