Be shy, my baby, you’re a woman of faith.
We’re alone in this rock and roll church.
There’s no procession of angels, no communion of saints.
Just an honest confession from a prodigal son.
Be shy, my baby, you’re a woman of grace.
Welcome home to the peace you deserve.
With the Spirit to guide us, our salvation’s assured.
It’s a pledge of affection from a prodigal son.
Be shy, my baby, you’re a woman of strength
And there’s never fault in trying too hard.
They say love takes its time to come down from the cross,
Like the slow resurrection of a prodigal son.
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