He preaches the word while I sing in the praise team.
He encourages me to go for my dreams.
He is the bishop.
I am a minister and singer.
I listen to every word he says.
His magic melanin and charm captivates me.
His magic is so strong that I find myself in a comfortable place.
Some may say it´s inappropriate.
Here I am in a California king bed with the Bishop.
I am lying in the Bishop´s bed.
I am lying with a holy messenger in the heat of passion.
We kiss in the bowels of lust.
How sweet and delightful is the Bishop´s Bed.
The Bishop gives a word to my soul and my body.
He feeds my lust and he feeds my soul.
He enters the uttermost part of my soul.
Sunday comes again.
We enter into a world of pretend.
We act like Pastor and member.
Yet know one knows, that I just left the bishop´s bed.
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