Paul calls me a saint and
the mattress shakes with laughter
and the sheets let out a chuckle
while the pillow holds one in
I don't believe a word I read
but the man is so convincing
Says You're calling me a winner
of a game I never win

But with every word I read
I feel Your eyes upon me
and I don't mind at all

I love the way You look at me
the way You steer your eyes to see
the bride beneath the harlot's skin
the virtue underneath the sin
I love the way You look at me
when You lift the veil
and You repeat Your vow