Cursive "At Conception" |
Jeannie's been throwing up all morning The poor girl's been so heartsick Ever since her boyfriend went to war Father Cole has done his best to console the girl More so than some neighbors deem necessary But you just can't measure young love Picketing the clinic outside of town, Father Cole holds the record for turning twelve girls around If anybody knows the sorrows of the young woman, it's Father Cole, he's been acting out of sorts That strange sermon he gave Accepting termination due to rape Jeannie whispers she's carrying but there's one awful catch Her boyfriend's been off in the desert for half a year Cole cried, "This simply cannot be!" She quipped, "Quite the opposite, I'm hardly the Virgin Mary. And you're no carpenter So who will build my home?" "Jeannie, you're just a kid, You can't conceive such mortal sins. Everything will be all right." What happens in confession, Stays in the confessional. What happens in confession, Stays in the confessional. What happens in confession, Stays in the confessional. So what goes on behind those curtains? "Jeannie, you're just a kid You won't conceive this mortal sin" Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |