Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA
Oh, Marilyn, I can't believe you've reason to complain.
Just think of all the sinners you have helped to ease their pain.
You've helped so many souls who were so lost to find their way
And, with your twirling tassels, put your faith in full display.
I must admit I thought you were a good choice for the choir
But, when I saw you dressed up in that leopard-skin attire,
And watched your muscles move as if by magical accord
I knew that you were meant to be a dancer for the Lord.
When you danced, girl, you had a way to weave a magic spell
That sent the devil packing to his cronies back in Hell.
With every move you made, each perfect bump and grind gyration,
You gave each man there watching you a touch of salivation.
So many strangers prayed aloud each time they saw your bod
With shouts of "Holy Jesus!" and loud screams of "Oh, my God!"
You bared your heart and soul (and other things) to spread the Word
And I gave thanks each night you had been so blessed by the Lord.
So now you speak against me! Tell me, girl. Where did I fail?
Each time you got arrested I was right there with the bail.
I welcomed you with open arms into our happy fold
And spent the nights beside you so that you would not get cold.
But I'll not hold you back should you decide now you must leave.
Though Satan takes you from me, I'll not be the one to grieve.
I'll always have warm thoughts of you and, in this heart of mine,
You'll always be "Miss Pearly Gates of 1999"!