Bishops and tarts
I'd rather be a tart
You got me crawling on the floor
But you're not a saint
You're a sinner
A filthy fucking sinner
I love it so
Be good
Be greedy
Be jealous
Be tame
It's Sunday
I'm on my knees
But I'm not here to pray
She's a sinner she's a tart
She's a fucking sweetheart
She's a nun on her knees
She's a Priest on the floor
And who doesn't like a little bit of gore!
A cocktail of cables
A rosemary of thorns
It hurts to hold
I won't be told
She's a sinner she's a tart
She's a fucking sweetheart
She's a nun on her knees
She's a Priest on the floor
And who doesn't like a little bit of gore!
Mary, Mary
Use me as a joke
I bet your friends would love to see me cry
Mary, Mary
Use me as a joke
I bet your friends would love to see me cry
Mary, Mary
Use me as a joke
I bet your friends would love to see me cry
Mary, Mary
Use me as a joke
I bet your friends would love to see me…
Cry