Be shy, my baby, you’re a woman of faith.

We’re alone in this rock and roll church.

There’s no procession of angels, no communion of saints.

Just an honest confession from a prodigal son.

Be shy, my baby, you’re a woman of grace.

Welcome home to the peace you deserve.

With the Spirit to guide us, our salvation’s assured.

It’s a pledge of affection from a prodigal son.

Be shy, my baby, you’re a woman of strength

And there’s never fault in trying too hard.

They say love takes its time to come down from the cross,

Like the slow resurrection of a prodigal son.