in pure thoughts and clean acts
guilty at the smallest sin
she's my catholic  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)
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