Strange thing mystifying

Judas:
It seems to me a strange thing, mystifying
That a man like you
Could waste his time
On women of her kind

Peter:
Hey cool it, man!

Judas:
Ha-ha
Yes, i can understand that she amuses
But to let her stroke you, kiss your hair
Is 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 criticize 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

Aposteles & wives:
No, you're wrong! you're very wrong!
No, you're wrong, you're very wrong!
How can you say that!?
How can you say that!?

Jesus:
Not one, not one of you!