Take off those working clothes
  Put on these high heeled shoes
  Don't want no preacher on the TV baby
  Don't want to hear the news
    Shut out the world behind us
  Put on your long black dress
  No one's ever gonna find us here
  Just leave your hair in a mess
  I've been searching long enough
  I begged the moon and the stars above
  For sacred love
    I've been up, I've been down
  I've been lonesome, in this godless town
  You're my religion, you're my church
  You're the holy grail at the end of my search
  Have I been down on my knees for long enough?
  I've been searching the planet to find
  Sacred love
    The spirit moves on the water
  She takes the shape of this heavenly daughter
  She's rising up like a river in flood
  The word got made into flesh and blood
  The sky grew dark, and the earth she shook
  Just like a prophecy in the Holy Book
  Thou shalt not covet, thou shalt not steal
  Thou shalt not doubt that this love is real
  So I got down on my knees and I prayed to the skies
  When I looked up could I trust my eyes?
  All the saints and angels and the stars up above
  They all bowed down to the flower of creation
  Every man every woman
  Every race every nation
  It all comes down to this
  Sacred love
    Don't need no doctor, don't need no pills
  I got a cure for the country's ills
  Here she comes like a river in flood
  The word got made into flesh and blood
  Thou shalt not steal, thou shalt not kill
  But if you don't love her your best friend will
    All the saints up in heaven and the stars up above
  It all comes down, it all comes down
  It all comes down to love,
    Take off your working clothes
  Put on your long black dress
  And your high heeled shoes
  Just leave your hair in a mess
    I've been thinking 'bout religion
  I've been thinking 'bout the things that we believe
  I've been thinking 'bout the Bible
  I've been thinking 'bout Adam and Eve
  I've been thinking 'bout the garden
  I've been thinking 'bout the tree of knowledge, and the tree of life
  I've been thinking 'bout forbidden fruit
  I've been thinking 'bout a man and his wife
    I been thinking 'bout, thinking 'bout
  Sacred love, sacred love: