Catholic Girl

Well there’s nothing quite like a Catholic Girl,
For setting a man’s pulse to racing,
When the lights are down low and the music is slow,
A Catholic Girl’s well worth the chasing,
She’ll know enough good to be perfectly bad,
Be the essence of mischief and class,
She’ll think nothing of raving through Saturday night,
Long as she can still make Sunday Mass…
Well, this friend ef mine said Cathelic Girls ought to come,
Complete with a Government warning,
«Such beauty can senously damage your heart,
If you wake up with her every morning,»
I thought he was joking till I met Marie,
But to his wisdom I now will pay homage,
I could swear time stands still when she walks in the room,
And the air comes alive with her promise…
There are some things about my own Catholic Girl,
That I hope no-one gets to explaining,
How she’s simple and complex all at the same time,
Why she cries when the sky turns to rain,
Now if I ever prayed, I’d say leave well alone,
Even God can’t improve on perfection,
Not a minute gees by where I' don’t praise his name,
Or the process of natural selection…
Well, there’s nothing quite like a Catholic Girl…