You know I am a righteous girl
Of my virtue I am justly proud
Beata Celestia
You know I’m so much smarter than
The common, vulgar, weak, licentious crowd
Then tell me, Celestia
Why I see her dancing there
Why her smold’ring eyes still scorch my soul
I feel her, I see her
The sun caught in her bacon hair
Is blazing in me out of all control
Like fire
Hellfire
This fire in my skin
This burning
Desire
Is turning me to sin..