If you think I don’t wish for the death of my enemies
If you think in their dish I don’t sprinkle amphetamines
If you think I don’t drink all alone in my bed
While I plan your demise and a miserable end ...

If you think I don’t lust after all my friends’ husbands
If you think you can trust me with old Mr. What’s His Name
If you think I won’t sink to the lowest of lows
Then you’d best think again; fact you might as well go...

Higher than the farthest star and deeper than the sea
I will pray with all my might that God might smile on me

If you think I won’t tilt at an innocent windmill
Shooting darts at the rain from the edge of my windowsill
If you think I don’t curse when your number appears
If you think I don’t swim in an ocean of fear...

Higher than the farthest star and deeper than the sea
I will pray with all my might that God might smile on me
And if my soul should waver, and when my heart goes sour
I will pray that you’ll forgive me/ In my weakest hour

I’m not proud of these thoughts, of my actions I'm fearful
Why, I’d sell my own soul to be graceful and cheerful
But come on, who's got time for the time that it takes
To make change--I mean real change--I'm so tired, can't it wait?