Andrew Lloyd Webber - Strange Thing Mystifying lyrics

It seems to me a strange thing, mystifying That a man like you can waste his time On such a concubine 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 are inconsistent They only need a small Excuse to put us all away 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 came or go Save Judas No you're wrong, you're very wrong How can you say that? Not one, not one of you