I chose the habit Lord, & made my home the church,
The love I have for you still makes my old heart lurch,
I´ve no regrets Lord, but please forgive me when I say,
I still miss the women´s things, whenever I kneel & pray.
I miss the giggling, the laughter & all the love-lorn sighs,
Whispering of soft silk, upon my white & trembling thighs,
Painting my lips crimson & the curling of my long fair hair,
I still miss the women´s things; tell me, am I being unfair?
I miss the complicity of women & everything that it entails,
The rumours of fashion, of men, & the imminent babies wails,
The ears adorned in gems & the click of the well turned heel,
I still miss the women´s things, I´m sorry, it´s just how I feel.
I miss being a real woman Lord, & I know that all, you see,
Can you find it in your heart, your forgiveness still for me?
With all of your love my Lord, by your side, I´m here to stay,
I still miss the women´s things, & to you, my secrets, I´ll pray.