[Intro] Forgive me father, she already did. This is Raunchy Radio country hour. [Verse 1] Picked her up from Sunday looking holy in the dress Ten minutes later she was dripping on the leather seats Said "we can't do this here," then she climbed into my lap Put that sloppy wet right on me like a midnight snack Windows fogged up, Bible on the dash She moaning "oh my god" I said "baby that's blasphemy, relax" I ate it in the backseat, she pulling on my hair Told the Lord she sorry with my face still down there [Pre-Chorus] She was saved till the stereo hit Now she speaking in tongues on my fingertips [Chorus] Backseat baptism She was holy till I hit it Now she speak in tongues on the leather Say "forgive me" then she get it wetter Backseat baptism Windows down, she confession I ain't a preacher I'm a problem She leave church and come get sloppy [Verse 2] Skirt around her waist, panties to the side I slid in slow she said "boy you finna make me cry" Butt hole peeking, I spit and she laughed Said "don't you dare" then she backed it up fast Came so hard she left a little testimony Wiped it with a church program, that's a felony Drove her home looking innocent again Next week same pew, same sin, amen [Chorus] Backseat baptism She was holy till I hit it Now she speak in tongues on the leather Say "forgive me" then she get it wetter Backseat baptism Windows down, she confession I ain't a preacher I'm a problem She leave church and come get sloppy [Bridge] If the choir knew the verses she be screaming They would close the church and start a meeting This ain't gospel, this is filthy with a twang Raunchy Radio, somebody say damn [Final Chorus] Backseat baptism She was holy till I hit it Sloppy wet hole on the leather Say amen then come get wetter [Outro] Collection plate full. Backseat fuller.
