Bishops desk is shaking

Verse 1

I walked into the bishop’s office, thought I was there to confess,

But one look at his daughter, and my sins started to stress.

She’s got that halo glow, but her eyes are full of sin,

She said, “While daddy’s out, Let’s make this repentance session a little more fun.”

Chorus

Now I’m bangin the bishops daughter on the Almighty’s desk, bishop’s desk is shaking, and the papers are flying,

We’re repenting in the flesh, but the devil’s feeling mighty. Jesus is watching on trying not to regret his time with the wine,

She’s got that divine inspiration, but her hands are full of shame,

I’m praying for forgiveness, but it’s in God’s name’s sake!

Verse 2

The bishop’s got a Bible, but it’s not on the shelf,

Hear the door handle jiggle while I’m trying to wiggle, He walks in on the wrong thing, and his face turns into a gulf.

Pants on the floor, suit jacket on wall,

heels up in the air hearing songs of praising god in ultimate way a new form of baptism..

“Repentance is one thing,” he said with a holy scowl,

“But this is the kind of sin that’ll send us both to the coal!”

Chorus

Now I’m bangin the bishops daughter on the Almighty’s desk, the bishop’s desk is shaking, and the papers are flying,

We’re repenting in the flesh, but the devil’s feeling mighty. Jesus is watching on trying not to regret his time with the wine,

She’s got that divine inspiration, but her hands are full of shame,

I’m praying for forgiveness, but it’s in God’s name’s sake!

Bridge

I said, “Lord, forgive me,” but I wasn’t really prayin’,

I was too busy thinkin’ about the things we were doin’.

She said, “This isn’t right,” but her hips were doin’ the twist,

And now we’re both in trouble, but I’ll take the blame, I guess.

Chorus

Now I’m bangin the bishops daughter on the Almighty’s desk, the bishop’s desk is shaking, and the papers are flying,

We’re repenting in the flesh, but the devil’s feeling mighty. Jesus is watching on trying not to regret his time with the wine,

She’s got that divine inspiration, but her hands are full of shame,

I’m praying for forgiveness, but it’s in God’s name’s sake!

Outro

here’s to the bishop’s daughter, his desk of glory, with her naughty little ways,

High five’d the Bishop who walked in on the wrong kind of praise.

May the Lord forgive us, or at least give us a break, because damn you made her that way just like her mama winkin at me licking those blood red lips melting that ice with the sympathy of sin (oh oh sorry brother shes next) and it’s not our fault!