Bordello The Church

Mmmm...
Good evening

Well this house looks like a bordello
And your mind it looks like a garage
And your garter looks like nothing
And you blew it, blew it large, yeah

Don't give me no trouble
Don't give me no strife
I'm tired of these shadows keep following me
All my -kin' life

And your mind looks like a bordello
And your treehouse looks like a suite
I'm looking up to the silver stars
And I'm looking down at your feet

Don't tell me no lies, baby
I know just where you've been
Walking around St. Petersburg singing a hymn
Walking around St. Petersburg singing a hymn, likе this

Please God help mе out of this mess
Please God help me out of this mess
Fifteen long days and I need to confess