Catholic Sex Kitten - Lesbian Bed Death

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

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?