Between her legs Between her legs is a river Where the sinners go to pray They speak in tongues They dip their hands To wash their sins away He goes to her In the black of night He goes to her In the day He goes to her Like a little boy goes to his mother And hopes that everything is okay Above her head a halo From the ceiling light's glow She bites her lip She grabs his wrists And she rides him slow Be she in the spirit Be she in the flesh This man, he doesn't know Forty days, forty nights And such a long, long way to go