The Row's Hymn

Got one hand in my pocket, the other one to the sky
 One foot in the water, babe, and the other one lagging behind
 Both hands on the alter, hold it all inside
 One eye on the hymnal, babe, and the other one on your thigh
 It's Sunday morning, look your best
 In a short skirt or a clubbing dress
 Unlock my mind and let it go
 Where it turns up, only heaven knows
 Got my mind in Memphis, half's in New Orleans
 One hand on the wheel, babe, and the other one in your jeans
 It's Sunday morning, look your best
 In a short skirt or a low-cut dress
 Unlock my mind and let it go
 Where it turns up, only heaven knows
 Lying face down on the street, struggle to my hands and knees
 I won't let your hair go
 Keep your head to the side, keep you breathing alright
 Your Sunday's Best is worse for show
 What happened, only hell knows
 It's Sunday morning, look your best
 In a short skirt or a slutty dress
 Unlock my mind and let it go
 Where it turns up, only heaven knows