You preach your message of moral high   Heaven knows how you must lie   A sound Christian life, how sad   So restrained, but you need it so bad      Mrs. Minister, so prude and upper glass   Mrs. Minister, the night comes   And you're switching fast   Mrs. Minister, becomes the dildo queen   Mrs. Minister, you jam it up   Then suck it clean      Born rich, of high society   Will respected for all to see   Cannot mix with the working man   Oh so proud, but you need it so bad      Mrs. Minister, so prude and upper glass   Mrs. Minister, the night comes   And you're switching fast   Mrs. Minister, becomes the dildo queen   Mrs. Minister, you jam it up   Then suck it clean