I've fallen off control
to some beauty around town
married to the vicar
holy mother of faith.
and I pray for indulgence
yet jealousy kills me
when sabbath comes in church
that she condemn lust.
I yearn for holiness
such a heathen as me
letting desires consume me
shirk! she's married!
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