Ooh, let go. Sisters tired of being discreet, pure as the driven snow.
Praying for a piece of meat, going with the flow.

Are you ready for your French kiss? Having sex in a backseat.
Where in heaven did you learn to strip? For the love of Saint Pete. Yeah.

Another Nun turns to lust. Another Nun turns to lust.
And she knows its wrong, and she knows its wrong,
Another Nun turns to lust, Hey that Sisters naked too,
Another Nun turns to lust.

You ditched the Habit for a thong, can't tell right from wrong.
You've lost everything that you had now you moan and groan.

You're happy, so satisfied, getting by on some body heat.
Where in heaven did you learn to strip? For the love of Saint Pete,
Make out.

Another Nun turns to lust. Another Nun turns to lust.
And she knows its wrong, and she knows its wrong,
Another Nun turns to lust. Hey that Sisters naked too.
Another Nun turns to lust.

Hey! Oh shake it, turns to lust, turn to lust hey,
Another Nun turns to lust. Another Nun turns to lust, ow!
Another Nun turns to lust, hey hey. Another Nun turns to lust Heyyy.
Oh go down.

There are many ways to please a man, what a holy battleground.
You can lick him, you can stroke him. Feel guilty as sin.
It seems so profound, yeah. Hold steady prayers are coming true.
So ashamed you're red as a beet.,
Where in heaven did you learn to strip?
For the love of Saint Pete. Oh yeah.

Another Nun turns to lust. Another Nun turns to lust.
And she knows its wrong, and she knows its wrong,
Another Nun turns to lust, yeah,
Hey that Sisters naked too, another Nun turns to lust.
Put out. Hey alright.