You never close your eyes
Whenever we are making love.
When I'm between your thighs,
You always look to God above.How can I compete with Him
When He is omnipresent?
It makes me feel inferior.
It makes me feel so unpleasant.You never shriek nor cry
Whenever we are making love.
But I can hear your sigh;
The one you save for God above.How can I compete with Him
When He can touch your soul?
It makes me feel invisible.
It makes me feel quite alone.You never hold me tight
Whenever we are making love.
And through the dark of night
You only cling to God above.How can I compete with Him
When He has filled your heart?
It makes me feel inadequate.
It makes me feel torn apart.You never kiss my lips
Whenever we are making love.
When we are grinding hips
You always think of God above.How can I compete with Him
When He has so enamoured you.
It makes me feel insignificant.
It makes me feel like I've been hammered through.You never fuck the Lord
Whenever we are making love.
For he has no pork sword:
You cannot fuck with God above.How can He compete with me
When He can't manifest?
It makes me feel invincible.
It makes me feel that I'm the best.
Starting off as a ballroom dance style of tune, the first line fitted the tune, and the rest just followed! Don't worry, though, it's not inspired from any personal experience. But I do enjoy this song. Immensely!