I'm a sinner,
Our boy's a swimmer;
Pray for us.
I crave to man handle
Lads in our sex scandal;
Pray for us.
My hub's a voyeur,
Pleads, "L'amour toujours; "
Pray for us.
We seek your affection,
Count our Sunday collection;
Pray for us.
We drink golden showers,
Are massaged for hours;
Pray for us.
On our private jet,
We fly pool boys, when wet;
Pray for us.
You don't know squat
Till you "Manage a trois; "
Pray for us.
We are rich,
And white a hell;
And richer now
That we fell.
Pray for All of Us.
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