in shone from behind through your dress like a sign from heaven now i see the light in your beautiful silhouette when a dress lends to stretch light can make the paper thin it s so tight that it might just be painted on your skin gospel fiction turning factual revelation that my visions were true that i m been again was natural there will never be another like you lady don t you know that you re my religion i believe in you you know that you re my religion baby don t you know that you re my religion all i need is you you know that you re my religion you pull the hem to your waist show the blue lingerie beneath it to brief to describe but finest in lace paneled taste you fill the silk to the seams not to much is left unseen every bit is made to fit where it touches in between i was living in a faithless state but the sight of you in stockings is proof now it s heaven and i m at the gates you re the temple of messianic truth