Jeannie has been
Throwing up
All morning
The poor girl's
Been so heartsick
Ever since her boyfriend went to war
Father Cole
Has done his best
To console her girl
More so than some neighbors
Deem necessary
But you just can't measure young love
Picketing the clinic outside town
Father Cole holds the record
For turning twelve 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
Jeannie
Whispers:
She's carrying
But there's
One awful catch
Her boyfriend's been off
In the desert for half a year
Cole cried:
"This simply cannot be!"
She quipped quite the opposite:
"I'm hardly The Virgin Mary!..."
"...And you're no carpenter..."
"...So who will build my home?"
"Jeannie you are just a kid!"
"You can't conceive such mortal sins!"
Everything will be all right
What happens in confession
Stays in the confessional (x3)
So what goes on behind those curtains...
"Jeannie you're just a kid
You won't conceive this mortal sin. "
