When I was four years old
I thought that love
Was unpredictable
When I was twelve years old
I knew that love
Was unsexual
Where do I begin?
Where do I begin?
I′m not exceptional
Where do I begin?
Where do I begin?
I'm not a child of love
I am a child of sin
Sin
Sin
Sin
I am a child of sin
Sin
Sin
When you were nine years old
We terrorized these streets
From dusk till dawn
But when I turned sixteen
My dirty hands would bleed
From banging at your door
Where should I begin?
Where should I begin?
I′d seen it all before
And it will never end
It will never end
You're not a child of love
You're a child of sin
Sin
Sin
Sin
You′re a child of sin
Sin
Sin
Sin
There′s nothing inside of me
So what will become of me?
I don't need your sympathy
You′re a child of sin
Sin
Sin
Sin
I am a child of sin
Sin
Sin
Now, twenty-nine years old
And I know your love was unacceptable