(Judas)
It semms to me a strange thing
Mystifying
That a man like you
Can waste his time
On women of her kind
Yes I can understand that she amuses
But to let her kiss you, stroke your hair
That's hardly in your line

It's not that I object
To her profession
But she doesn't fit in well
With what you teach and say
It doesn't help us
If you're inconsistent
They only need a small excuse
To put us all away

(Jesus)
Who are you
To criticise her?
Who are you
To despise her?
Leave her, leave her
Let her be now
Leave her, leave her
She's with me now
If your slate is clean
Then you can throw stones
If your slate is not
Then leave her alone!

I'm amazed that men like you
Can be so shallow, thick, and slow
There is not a man among you
Who knows or cares if I come or go

(Apostles, except Judas)
No you're wrong!
You're very wrong!...
How can you say that!...

(Jesus)
Not one - not one of you!