Ian Hogbin Catholic Music
She came to me late one night Talking about the moon and light I wrapped her up, caressed her face Touched her hair, kissed her cheek And then listened to her speak She said "I tend to lean towards Catholic music I begin to speak in tongues I like to feel deadly I wanna be held Please, please baby Don't throw me into the cold" I tried to make her lie down She wouldn't have it She shed the blanket, came to me And began to become ecstatic She grabbed my face, kissed my lips Screamed how much she loved me I calmed her down, held her hand And listened to her speak She said, "Baby put on Catholic music I wanna hear the church bells ring I wanna feel the pipes of the organ Rub against my skin I wanna feel you touch me Right there in the front pew Then I want you to love me In front of the chosen few" I calmly spoke to her I said, baby, anything you want She touched my face Said "you poor, poor fool" And then she walked Walked away from me and everything She knew She walked away in the night Speaking in tongues about the moon and light She caressed her own skin for once And spoke her own name And I gave her the Catholic music
