Jeannie's been throwing up all morning
Poor girl's been so heartsick ever since her boyfriend went to war Father Cole's done his best to console the girl -- more so than some neighbors deem necessary -- but you just can't measure young love

Picketing the clinic outside town, Father Cole holds the record for turning twelve girls around If anybody knows the sorrows of the young woman, it's Father Cole

But he's been acting out of sorts; that strange sermon he gave accepting termination due to rape Jeannie's whispered, "She's carrying," but there's one awful catch: her boyfriend's been off in the desert for half a year

Cole cried, "This simply cannot be!"

She quipped, "Quite the opposite -- I'm hardly the Virgin Mary and you're no carpenter So, who will build my home?"

"Jeannie, you're just a kid You can't conceive such mortal sins Everything will be alright what happens in confession stays in the confessional"

So what goes on behind those curtains?

"Jeannie, you're just a kid, you WON'T conceive this mortal sin"