She holds her rosary beads tight,
She swears she is saved,
But I’ll push her with all my might,
Maybe she’ll fall in a bottomless cave.
Everyone thinks she’s kind,
I think she’s the devil,
One day I’ll give her a piece of my mind,
And put her at my level.
When I was a girl she asked me,
“Don’t you want a religion of your own”
I said, “No, let me be”,
Her mouth should be sewn.
She goes to church everyday,
If I told her I didn’t believe, I wonder what she’d say.