Her crucifix, has diamonds cut
Perched right there on her cleavage, but
The cross is pointing down below
Inverted? Well, no
But whenever, ahem
…Whenever she gets giggly
The cross’s chain pulls, it points at me
Bounces up and down, quite visibly
See the flashes of light, make me blink
I think Lomass thought it was a wink
But I don’t want that ‘holy’ tripe
In my destiny