There are no monks in my band
There are no saints in this land
I'll be doin' all I can
If I die an honest man

Confusion is my middle name
Ask me again I'll tell you the same
Persuaded by one y dame
No I do not feel no shame

 [bad word] 
You are on the road
Can I get a little lovin' from you
Can I get a little bit of that done did do
You are on the road
Tell me now girl that you need me too
Tell me now girl cause I've got a feeling 4 you

Every man has certain needs
Talkin' 'bout them dirty deeds
To these needs I must concede
Livin' by my lowly creed

Woman please know that I'm good
Know that I did all I could
But yes it's [bad word] likelihood
Of being great is not so good

 [bad word] 

There are no monks in my band
There are no saints in this land
I'll be doin' all I can
If I die an honest man

Virtue slipped into my shoe
No I will not [bad word] 
More rockin' more rockin' now doobley do
Dancin' down your avenue

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