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Anne called upon her priest today for a matter in which she dare not admit
For it was a situation of damnation and persecution, something the church 
will not permit
She told him how, at the time she lays her head down to sleep, her hand falls 
between her legs
And how each time at night, with herself, she lets her fingers roam and play
Of course her priest damned her for her most undignified acts
But Anne, the whole time, couldn't help but to notice the bulge in her 
priests slacks
Terrific thoughts of sexual fantasies filled her teenage head
Where at the same time, the priest thought "what a perfect girl to have in 
bed!