Saw you standing on the street corner Well you were waiting - And that you can't deny You say your last john was peculiar He moved in a mysterious way
*But a kiss on the lips Is far too much for anyone So kneel and pray and pray some more You're the whore of god
In the sky there are so many stars And you can count them When you're getting bored Sold your soul and it was glorious But now you're frightened 'cause he wants still more