Booty Shorts Confession

Forgive me, pastor,

for what I'm looking at...

(hmm-mm) Row three,

on the right

Ten o'clock service, choir's singing high

I'm supposed to keep my thoughts on the sky

Then you walked in looking so clean

Hand in hand with a church-pew queen

Denim cutoffs that don't pass the code

Got the deacons coughing clear down the road (clear down the

road)

I closed my eyes during the opening prayer

Opened them up and you were standing right there

I know she's with you,

but tell me is it real?

'Cause this ain't holy,

what I feel

Lord forgive me, I fell in love in the sanctuary Watching you

hold hands while my heart gets heavy

She's in her little shorts on the wooden pew

I came here for grace,

but I'm praying for you

(praying for you)

Collection plate passes right by my knees

I'm whispering help to the breeze She leans on your shoulder,

adjusting her seam You look across the aisle and look right back

at me (did you see me?) A second too long,

yeah, nobody knows

What a dangerous spark in Sunday clothes

I tried to listen to the sermon today Her short denim's talking

while you turn away

Tell me you felt that connection we made

Before the choir starts to fade

Lord forgive me, I fell in love in the sanctuary Watching you

hold hands while my heart gets heavy

She's in her little shorts on the wooden pew

I came here for grace,

but I'm praying for you

(praying for you, yeah)

Maybe next Sunday you'll sit by yourself

Leave that temptation back on the shelf

I'd be the devotion that gives you the peace

Say an amen and let me release this ache

(amen,

amen)

Lord forgive me, I fell in love in the sanctuary (fell so

deep!) Watching you hold hands while my heart gets heavy

She's in her little shorts on the wooden pew

I came here for grace,

but I'm praying for you

Forgive my wandering eyes...

(have mercy, have mercy)

Row three, on the right...