The moon is rising, it's a physical thing
Here she comes with a gun in her hand

Nothing can hold him, not even the ring
But if you mess with this angel, the harpy arrives

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Bound to stray, bound to betrayal

She's only human, only female
Bound to victim, bound to betrayal
And the moon is full, what are you gonna do?
He's only human, he's only male
This woman's a saint, or at least she's a queen
Her man is a monkey we've all agreed
Talons and wings and a cute 45
She's only acting on the rite of spring
A gun in her hand makes her feel like a man, ooh
The moon is rising, it's a physical thing
A gun in her hand makes her feel like a man, ooh

A look in her eyes says she don't understand

And the womb is full, what are you gonna do?