She made space in the center of my mind
As I did the same in her body
And I should never stay too long
She couldn't even if she wanted me to
Not even my mind's eye
Anticipates her barging in
I erect no walls
To keep her from crashing in
Holy Mary, mother and God
Who the hell do I think I am
Holy molly, every one is taken
I'm thinking I prefer who I am
And, no one's coming, no one's gonna save me
I'm better off remaining who I am
Holy molly, everyone is chasing
They are taking turns playing 'who counts'
Holy Spirit, father and son
Who the hell do I think I am
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