I say to all that I did sin,
I blame it on a little gin
And there was vodka and Vermouth,
quite a bit to tell the truth
A pretty girl stood oh so near,
I had to offer her a beer
I took her home and wondered how,
I'd manage to uphold my vow
She lay down upon the bed,
I asked if we could pray instead
She smiled and opened up her arms,
another saint fallen by a woman's charm
