Jeanie's been throwing up all morning,
The poor girl has been so heartsick ever since her boyfriend went to war.
Father Cole has done his best to console her girl.
Moreso than some neighbors deem necessary,
But you just can't measure young love.
Picketing the clinic outside of town,
Father Cole holds the record for turning 12 girls around.
If anybody knows the sorrows of the young woman, it's Father Cole.
He's been acting out of sorts.
That strange sermon he gave accepting termination due to rape.
Jeanie whispers she carrying but there's one awful catch;
Her boyfriends been off in the desert for half a year.
Cole cried this simply cannot be!
She quiped quite the opposite,
I'm hardly The Virgin Mary.
And you're no carpenter.
So who will build my home?
Jeanie, you're just a kid.
You can't conceive such mortal sins.
Everything will be alright.
What happens in confession,
Stays in the confessional.
What happens in confession,
Stays in the confessional.
What happens in confession,
Stays in the confessional.
So what goes on behind those curtains?
Jeanie, you're just a kid,
You won't conceive this mortal sin.
compositores: Clint Frederick Schnase, Matthew Ryan Maginn, Ted James Stevens, Tim Kasher
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