I kissed a girl
Wearing a cross
Around her neck.
Her lips didn't
Taste like church,
But her hips
Felt like God;
I wonder what
Her pastor would
Have thought;
I wonder if that
Cross around
Her neck
Meant more to me
Than it does
To her.
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