There was a woman
Who would pray day and night
Statues of her husband
Conceived fights along the nights
Years has passed
She can't realize,
That taking him to church
Might be the righteous path
Another sunday morning
And he's not home
She's putting on her dress
As she calls his cell phone
She says " Hi baby, are you going with me today"
He looks at his watch and says "I'm on my way"
He kisses the mistress and says "I love you"
Been out all night but he keeps his cool
The ignition is started
His faith has departed
Living in denial
Carefree of a cold gossip
