Between her legs is a river
Where the sinners go to pray
They speak in tongues
They dip their hands
To wash their sins away
He goes to her in the black of night
He goes to her in the day
He goes to her like a little boy goes to his mother and hopes that everything is okay
Above her head a halo
From the ceiling light's glow
She bites her lip
She grabs his wrists
And she rides him slow
Be she spirit
Be she flesh
This man he doesn't know
Forty days forty nights
And such a long long way to go