I will place my lips on you everywhere, and I'll do miracles, I'll do miracles, I'll do miracles. I will place my lips on you everywhere, and I'll do miracles. Blood on your slender hips, blood underneath your eyes, blood on your firm young thighs, let me kiss it away, so that I can hear you say that I do miracles. Though your breath wracks your ribs and you throb with pain, there's a juice on my lips for each purple stain, and my hair sweeps your chest like the cool black rain. You can't explain, though you will see, I do miracles. There are miracles in me. I do miracles. I do miracles. As I cradle you close and caress each bruise, what I've come here to give you must not refuse. There is love in my touch that is yours to use, and if you choose, just breathe my name and there I'll be doing miracles. I do miracles. There are miracles in me.