You’ve barely been to church
and lately, I have not either
it’s stopped mattering as much
just look at this fine weather
But we still like to muse, we live in sin
An unmarried couple sharing a bed
In the small apartment we are in
Oh, what a sinful life we’ve led
We may be guilty at the moment
playing house, blinded by love
but eventually we will self-correct
there is nothing He can’t absolve
For later, soon, we shall wed
an upstanding husband and wife
and though we still won’t attend
the church will allow our little life
But the most sinful part is this:
we do not care and never will
the guilt’s never been worth your kiss
and that must have been, too, His will.
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