Tell me my lord, tell me [bad word] If my habits trouble you
If they only tease a bit think
Of how well we might fit
If they bug you everyday
We might make it anyway
If you're ever losing sleep
I am not the one to keep

(Since I washed away my sins)
(More! To make room for more)

Got me thinking on my own
Since you [bad word] back home
Got to think all by myself
Only think about myself
Call my mother, 911
You are out there having fun
Why are you so hard to find
Think I might have lost my mind

(Since I washed away my sins)
 [bad word] back head carousel
Got so many things to tell
Got so many things to show
Spin now fast I wanna know

(Since I washed away my sins)
(More! To make room for more)