I need to be cleansed. It's time to make amends. For all of the fun. The damage is done. And I feel diseased. I'm down on my knees. And I need forgiveness. Someone to bear witness. To the goodness within. Beneath the sin. Although I may flirt. With all kinds of dirt. To the point of disease. Now I want release. From all this decay. Take it away. And somewhere. There's someone who cares. With a heart of gold. To have and to hold.