An Audience With the Pope
Sweet Jesus, I'm on fire
She has the sweetest darkest side
And when it comes into her eyes
I know iron and steel couldn't hold me
Good God, I'm easy bruised
But so often a moth to her flame
And the things that she's asked me to do
Would see a senior saint forgetting his name
I have an audience with the Pope
And I'm saving the world at eight
But if she says she needs me
She says she needs me
Everybody's going to have to wait
Ah ha
Ah ha
(Where could she be?)
Was that a minute or an hour?
(Where could she be?)
She turns the hours into days
Kill the phone, cover the cage
And wait for the doorbell to ring
(Where could she be?)
No, she won't come running
(Where could she be?)
The world is turning at her pace
Gonna kill the phone, cover the cage
And wait for the doorbell to ring
I have an audience with the pope
And I'm saving the world at eight
But if she says she needs me
She says she needs me
Everybody is going to have to wait
I have an audience with the Pope
And I'm saving the world at eight
But if she says she needs me
She says she needs me
Everybody's going to have to wait
Ah ha
Ah ha
I have an audience with the Pope
And I'm saving the world at eight
But if she says she needs me
She says she needs me
Everybody's going to have to wait
Everybody's going to have to wait
Ah ha
She has the sweetest darkest side
And when it comes into her eyes
I know iron and steel couldn't hold me
Good God, I'm easy bruised
But so often a moth to her flame
And the things that she's asked me to do
Would see a senior saint forgetting his name
I have an audience with the Pope
And I'm saving the world at eight
But if she says she needs me
She says she needs me
Everybody's going to have to wait
Ah ha
Ah ha
(Where could she be?)
Was that a minute or an hour?
(Where could she be?)
She turns the hours into days
Kill the phone, cover the cage
And wait for the doorbell to ring
(Where could she be?)
No, she won't come running
(Where could she be?)
The world is turning at her pace
Gonna kill the phone, cover the cage
And wait for the doorbell to ring
I have an audience with the pope
And I'm saving the world at eight
But if she says she needs me
She says she needs me
Everybody is going to have to wait
I have an audience with the Pope
And I'm saving the world at eight
But if she says she needs me
She says she needs me
Everybody's going to have to wait
Ah ha
Ah ha
I have an audience with the Pope
And I'm saving the world at eight
But if she says she needs me
She says she needs me
Everybody's going to have to wait
Everybody's going to have to wait
Ah ha
Credits
Writer(s): Richard Barry Jupp, Guy Edward John Garvey, Craig Lee Potter, Peter James Turner, Mark Potter
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