I kissed a girl
With a cross around her neck.
Her lips didn’t taste of church,
But her hips felt like god,
I wonder what her pastor would think
I wonder what the father think
I wonder what her friends thought
I wonder if that cross,
Means more to me,
Than it does to her?

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