Catholic Sex Kitten

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 and a sinner’s face

For the innocent dare not look at her
Take my blood and the body of christ
Sold short on this life
The things we must do to survive
The runt of the litter 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 his socks
You confess your sins and make vicars hard
You cut up lines with your library card
The vicar sweats holy water
As he watches her with his daughter
Daddy’s little girl, sweet and plain
But backstage you go like a train

[x2]
Hail Mary full of grace
There’s something dripping down your face
Her pants came down, she made her choice
Jesus wept as she got moist
Clutching prayer beads
Thinking of carnal needs
Like a porn star, you’re defiled
The priest is in denial
Clutching prayer beads
Thinking of carnal needs
Will you wear white when you’re taken up the aisle?

*Guitar Solo*