I'm pure
Sealed and all.
Well a handy man once fondled my temple and I had to keep quiet with my mouth open in return.
but nobody knows.
Nobody has to.
As long as I remain sealed. Right?
I won't burn for it if adults my age are grinding.

When my friends turn up I stay and pray.
The only drink I ever had was the blood of Jesus, my sweat and tears pleasing him.
I ain't never done nothing wrong my whole life,
Never felt the end of a stick.
Nobody knows the color of my knees,
Except for that handyman I mentioned.

MA it's this religion of yours that I love so much.
It's not suffocating at all to follow every single redundant rule.