back when i was delicate and sweet /i met the devil under an old tree/and he put his mouth up to my ear/and softly whispered this to me/are you a believer?/are you a believer?/nobody loves like a believer/nobody loves like a believer/ back when i was delicate and sweet/i sat upon an old man’s knee/he said, "the secret to life is in my hands"/and this is what he wrote on me/he said "before too long you will get old,/and even you, child, will stop trying to see/and all of your pain will be familiar and cold" and this is what he wrote on me:/stay a believer/'cause i need a believer/nobody loves like a believer/nobody loves like a believer/nobody loves like a believer/ back when i was fast asleep/i met the devil under an old tree/i said as soon as awake, you’ll disappear/and this is what he screamed to me:/make me a believer!/make me a believer!/nobody loves like a believer/nobody loves like a believer/nobody loves like a believer/nobody fucks like a believer/nobody/nobody