You preach your message of moral high Heaven knows how you must lie A sound Christian life, how sad So restrained, but you need it so bad
Mrs. Minister, so prude and upper glass Mrs. Minister, the night comes And you're switching fast Mrs. Minister, becomes the dildo queen Mrs. Minister, you jam it up Then suck it clean
Born rich, of high society Well respected for all to see Cannot mix with the working man So proud, but you need it so bad
Mrs. Minister, so prude and upper glass Mrs. Minister, the night comes And you're switching fast Mrs. Minister, becomes the dildo queen Mrs. Minister, you jam it up Then suck it clean