Between her legs
Between her legs is a river
Where the sinners go to pray
They speak in tongues
They dip their hands
To wash their sins away
He goes to her
In the black of night
He goes to her
In the day
He goes to her
Like a little boy goes to his mother
And hopes that everything is okay
Above her head a halo
From the ceiling light's glow
She bites her lip
She grabs his wrists
And she rides him slow
Be she in the spirit
Be she in the flesh
This man, he doesn't know
Forty days, forty nights
And such a long, long way to go

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