I went to the priest
When my prayers started
Going straight to voicemail.
He smiled and said I just needed
Faith He would return my calls.
I remember a girl, Shanna,
Who gave me her number,
And all the faith in the world
Never made her call me back.
In fact, they're probably both at a bar
Right now having a beer
Wondering who they know with
A (443) area code.
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