I never knew there could be a girl just like me.
Powerful, real, true , but with personalities three.

Sinner, harlot, saint are her names
One no better than the other, with all three the same.

They can be with you by one, two, or three
When you take her out, you never know whom she'll be.

The sinner born from the rib of man
Is the devilish one only if she can.

She knows it's wrong,
But the urge is strong

To be a woman and to know she belongs.
The spirit is willing, yet the flesh is weak is her theme song.

The vestal harlot touched only when she loves.
Men's hearts she'll break as she stands above.

She'll control you with her looks
Then tease you with her lust and then you'll be hooked.

On the steps she's such a tart.
Sitting there, waiting, legs apart.

When your lust is high and with great complaint
At last emerges her as the saint.

With her sins forgiven and deception hidden,
A fleece laid down, letting Him do her bidding.

She'll walk that fine line between right and wrong
Never knowing which of the three will come along.

Personalities three, sinner, saint and harlot
Makes me glad by you I got caught.

Personalities three, like you, like me
Makes us both three in one for all to see.