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Impure thoughts
Unclean acts
Guilty of the smallest sin
She's my catholic sex kitten
She delivers temptation
I love her more than Jesus
When we pray she always hears us
Impure thoughts
Unholy tastes
An Angel's body, in a sinner's phase
Oh the innocent
Then I look at her
Take my blood and the body of Christ
So sure, on this life
The things we must do to survive
The altar the lips hell
Still standing strong, but not bitter
She's so sweet, but must be so sore
All your sins fulfilled in the eyes of the lord
Time for the confession box
Turn the air blue, and knock off your socks
And confess your sins and make things as hard
You cut up lies with your life come
You paid respects, holy water
As he watches her with his daughter
Daddy's little girl, sweet and plain
Backstage and gone to train
Hail Mary full of grace
There's something dripping down your face
Cuffs and camed, and she made a choice
Jesus wept and she got moist
Clutched and parried, be and cut a me
Like a puss of your defile
The priest is in denial
Clutched and parried, be and cut a me
Where you have the right, we taken out the eye
Hail Mary full of grace
There's something dripping down your face
Cuffs and camed, and she made a choice
Jesus wept and she got moist
Clutched and parried, be and cut a me
Like a puss of your defile
The priest is in denial
Clutched and parried, be and cut a me
Where you have the right, we taken out the eye
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