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