| Impure thoughts
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| Unclean acts
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| Guilty of the smallest sin
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| She’s my Catholic Sex Kitten
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| She delivers temptation
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| I love her more than Jesus
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| When we pray she always hears us
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| Impure thoughts
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| Unholy tastes
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| An angel’s body and a sinner’s face
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| For the innocent dare not look at her
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| Take my blood and the body of christ
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| Sold short on this life
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| The things we must do to survive
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| The runt of the litter still standing strong
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| But not bitter
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| She’s so sweet but must be so sore
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| All your sins fulfilled in the eyes of the lord
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| Time for the confession box
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| Turn the air blue and knock off his socks
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| You confess your sins and make vicars hard
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| You cut up lines with your library card
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| The vicar sweats holy water
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| As he watches her with his daughter
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| Daddy’s little girl, sweet and plain
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| But backstage you go like a train
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| Hail Mary full of grace
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| There’s something dripping down your face
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| Her pants came down, she made her choice
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| Jesus wept as she got moist
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| Clutching prayer beads
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| Thinking of carnal needs
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| Like a porn star, you’re defiled
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| The priest is in denial
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| Clutching prayer beads
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| Thinking of carnal needs
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| Will you wear white when you’re taken up the aisle? |