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As I lie beside you trying not to make a noiseMy crackerjack heart's all wound up like a toy.It's these torrid thoughts,They keep stirring up my loins..Like a dirty little boy, I gotta see a priest.I godda go to confession. I'm gonna call the police-I'm gonna do a bad thing.Don't tell my mama, don't tell my papa,Baby, I've been dreamin' bad, bad dreams.I wanna pledge my "allegiancy",But I'm a ferocious human beastWith carnal instincts.Still, I'm a standup guy to everyGal I meet-all those pretty girls in heat-I godda see a priest. I godda go to confession.I'm gonna call the police-I'm gonna do a bad thing.Don't tell my mama, don't tell my papa,Baby, I've been dreamin' bad, bad dreams.This sick, old man once shared his philosophy:Guys imagine having sex withEvery girl they see. Ever since, I've tried to debunk this myth;It's the curse of Dionysus.These dreams I have, no girl is left unturned.SongtexteYour best friend, your sister,Your 8th grade picture-It's enough to want to lop the thing right off...So help me god, I gotta see a priest. Aus Songtexte Mania