saw you standing on the street corner
well you were waiting -
and that you can't deny
you say your last john was peculiar
he moved in a mysterious way
but a kiss on the lips
is far too much for anyone
so kneel and pray and pray some more
you're the whore of god
in the sky there are so many stars
and you can count them
when you're getting bored
sold your soul and it was glorious
but now you're frightened
'cause he wants still more
but a kiss on the lips
is far too much for anyone
so kneel and pray until you're sore
you're the whore of god
the whore of god
you're the whore of god