in pure thoughts and clean acts guilty at the smallest sin she's my catholic sex kitten she delivers tempting (?)
I love her more than Jesus when we pray, she always hears us in pure thoughts, unholy tastes in angel's body, in a sinner's face
all the innocent and I look at her take my blood, and the body of Christ soul's short on this life the things we must do to survive
the wrong tone, the litter still standing strong, but not bitter she's so sweet, but must be so sore all your sins fulfilled with the eyes of the Lord
time for the confession, but turn the air blue and knock up the socks (носки?) your confessional sins they make things as hard you could apply with your life been cut
you're weak as sweat holy water as he watches her with his daughter daddy's little girl sweet and plain backstage with god like a trail (wtf) язаебалсязакончузавтра