He wants to give her everything she wants
All of the sins in her mind
All of her enemies fallen and cryin'
All of the tear drops on her tongue

It's in her conscience
That whatever god gives
Her someone to mourn
Who cares what god is
Or what a guitar is
Or that you were born

Monki
Monki
He wanted you
Monki
Monki
He wanted you

And when he stops saying thing you want to hear
Pull up your knickers in a mood
He wants to outclass these
Crass devotees
Deletes your picture from his phone

It's in his conscience
That musical notes give him
Someone to mourn
Who cares what god is
Or what a guitar is
Or that you were born

Monki
Monki
She wanted you
Monki
Monki
She wanted you