Now I believe an angel crossed my path and realised, That the
hair on my head will be pass my chin when I’ve earnt this type
of prize. The scent that she brings makes me feel alright like
the pleasure of sleeping safe tonight, But I won’t sleep tight
‘til I know she’s been cleaned from her toes to the top of her
head. Christian Girls should be kept pristine and totally devoid
of pain, I can’t hold back the rain, the dirty, dirty rain.
Gloria’s freckles just titter and tease, but they’re no bloody
use to me, No bloody use to me. Too much telly and too many
books and so many films to keep me hooked, But the idea of sex
seems so bleeding stale when her heart is as big as a house. And
the red, red lips just keep reminding me of Sarah Brown, And the
cool, cool breeze makes me feel like settling down. Christian
Girls should be kept pristine and totally devoid of pain, I
can’t hold back the rain , the dirty, dirty rain. Gloria’s
freckles just titter and tease, but they’re no bloody use to me,
No bloody use to me. It’s a shame that she feels this way, to my
hearts dismay I want to kiss all her fingers.