| In shone from behind
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| Through your dress like a sign
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| From heaven
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| Now I see the light
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| In your beautiful silhouette
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| When a dress lends to stretch
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| Light can make the paper thin
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| It’s so tight that it might
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| Just be painted on your skin
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| Gospel fiction turning factual
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| Revelation that my visions were true
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| That I’m been again was natural
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| There will never be another like you
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| Lady, don’t you know that
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| You’re my religion
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| I believe in you
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| You know that you’re my religion
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| Baby, don’t you know that
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| You’re my religion
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| All I need is you, you know that
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| You’re my religion
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| You pull the hem to your waist
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| Show the blue lingerie beneath it
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| To brief to describe
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| But finest in lace paneled taste
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| You fill the silk to the seams
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| Not to much is left unseen
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| Every bit is made to fit
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| Where it touches in between
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| I was living in a faithless state
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| But the sight of you in stockings
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| Is proof
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| Now it’s heaven and I’m at the gates
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| You’re the temple of messianic truth |