I stopped to watch her
On the road I walk to mass
The one I prefer

Awaiting the summoning bell
Her beauty blossomed and called
Her golden hair tumbled and fell

Framing the so radiant face
Fair as a late summer rose
The courtesan of Dunvalace

Her slender hand settled in mine
And I heard the church bells ring
And I turned from the holy shrine

She led me to a small dark room
And I fought long for control
As I surrendered to my doom
She said “Penny for your Soul.”