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