I Confess, The Priest Song (Live)

I confess, I confess. I confess, I confess I confess, I confess. I confess, I confess I confess, I confess. I confess, I confess Every Sunday I sit in that front row pew It's the closest I get to bein' underneath you And I swear I wouldn't feel so pained If you weren't ordained Because I know you promised celibacy But if you broke your vow you'd be blessin' me I confess, I confess. I confess, I confess Forgive me Father for I have sinned I don't even know where to begin I confess, I confess. I confess, I confess Well if I have to tell the truth Let's make this confession box into a kissing booth I've memorized the Scriptures: "Love is patient, love is kind." If it makes things better(?) ... I'll take it from behind Because I'm gonna find it hard to repent When your priestly cape has a got a tent Cuz the church is empty, I was last in line - I'll play your organ all night, let's open some holy wine I confess, I confess. I confess, I confess Forgive me Father for I have sinned I don't even know where to begin I confess, I confess. I confess, I confess Well if I have to tell the truth Let's make this confession box into a kissing booth I swear - it would be different if you weren't such a hottie But sharin' bread has me thinking about sharin' your body I know you're married to God, but he lives in the sky So I'm wonderin' if maybe the ZIP code rule could apply? Or maybe you could just - you know - make an exception? Worst case we claim immaculate conception Or you're getting inside to exorcise my demon And secretly well call it ... exercising your semen My tithe is more than monetary I'm offerin' you the chance to go missionary We don't have to get married - I'll just bring you joy I wonder if I'd have more luck as an - altar boy I confess, I confess. I confess, I confess Well if I have to tell the truth Let's make this confession box into a kissing booth