Seven days a week, I’m deep in that sin,
Monday to Sunday, your body my religion—
Cross on the bedpost, moan like a hymn,
Latto on top, Jung Kook swimmin’ in your ocean.
Drip holy water, make it steam,
Tatted “blessed” on the small of your back when I hit it in jeans.
Twelve strikes on the clock, still ain’t enough,
Countin’ sins by the dozen, call that rough love.