In everyone's eyes I portray my image
as a saint that's never done
any bad deeds at all,
told them lies that I'm holding on
and never wanting to reveal.
They think I've never thought of fantasies
that stain the heart with sins that
most of the humans commit.
But nobody knows that
deep inside this angel whom they thought
is righteous
has a living devil that controls her
thoughts of desires and longings.

Yes I've never been ******,
but deep inside my consciousness
I've longed for it more than the
prostitutes do.
And this is what you called closer to holy?

What in the h* does it really mean?
I ain't holy, so don't call me one.
(I don't deserve it)
But don't get too far in judging me negatively
'cause I've been trying my best
to fight the evil thoughts that's running
inside my head
and trying to stop the circulating electrical
impulses that run around my veins
everytime I fantasize
of being ****** by the man I truly love.

I know there's a right time for that
and this evil thoughts can wait,
and it could no longer be considered
a bad deed
At the time when he already walks me in the altar
and binds his life with mine forever.