(Michael Weston King / Lou Dalgleish)

When I come home from work and you are not around
That means you’re out somewhere tonight painting up the town
You’ve got no time to join me, close your eyes and say a prayer
The only thing you’ve time for now is, fixing up your hair

Don’t leave the good book on the shelf
Don’t leave the good book on the shelf

I’m not that little girl that you met back in school
The little girl you married who just followed all the rules
Yes I started backsliding, and I’ve slid a long, long way
But don’t try and quote the gospel to me, all you’ll hear me say

Is Leave the good book on the shelf
Leave the good book on the shelf

I’m tired of testifying
Until my face turns blue
So sad, but no denying
The devil will catch up with you

Leave the good book on the shelf
Don’t leave the good book on the shelf

Well I ’m tired of testifying
Until my face turns blue
So sad, but no denying
The devil will catch up with you

When I get home at night and the place is in a mess
You’re up in the bedroom trying on a brand new dress
What is it you’re not getting, oh darling can’t you see
All the good men in this world have made a bad girl out of me

So leave the good book on the shelf
Leave the good book on the shelf
Keep the sermons to yourself
Leave The Good Book On The Shelf

Don’t Leave The Good Book On The Shelf
Don’t Leave The Good Book On The Shelf
Just keep yourself to yourself
Don’t leave The Good Book On The Shelf