(and *********ing copywriter crew, should ya all be eaten up by a bunch of piranhas)
I happened to notice that your lyrics (khm...khm...did I say lyrics? I meant crap...) insults me in a very personal way, and so my fiancé can't really make a diffrence between me and her father (in PAPA dont preach). All in all, this terrible situation leaves me no choice, I must ask you to resign and switch to the name of a simple Novice instead of the Mother of God. I hope this drawback will always make you remember your ignorance, and you take it Like a Prayer. Or go to La Isla Bonita and never come back. Hope there was a little lesson in this story for you.
Yours:slide