Jesus Is My Girlfriend
Look at my hands
Theyre all over you
My rusty nails stuck to you like glue
My arms around you
Like audio tape
Got a little red horn hidden underneath this cape
It's not dirty
It's not rude
I'll go to Kuwait if I wanna get wanna get crude
It's not filthy
It's not lewd
I wanna be famous just so I can get sued
Guess who's my girlfriend
Yeah, it's -------, she's my girlfriend
Wanna know who my boyfriend is
No, nought out of ten
------- ain't a man, she's my girlfriend
-------is my girlfriend, Jesus is my girlfriend
It's not drink
It's not food
It's a man in a shuttle with a tube
I can't fly, so what, I can't cook
Can't even catch a tune with a hook
I've been to Hong Kong
And South Dakota
In a little wood plane
Without a motor
Got a girl in bed
When I took it further
Where, Jamaica?
No, I coaxed her, ha, ha!
It's not dirty
Its not rude
I'll go to Kuwait if I wanna get wanna get crude
It's not filthy
It's not lewd
I wanna get famous just so I can get sued
I love her
My girlfriend
I love her
My girlfriend
-------is my girlfriend
------- is my girlfriend
-------is my girlfriend
-------is my girlfriend
------- is my girlfriend
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You smile and let me in.
We sit and watch the wall you painted purple.
Speech will spill on space.
Our little cups of grace.
But pauses rattle on about the way that you cut the snow-fence,
braved the blood,
the metal of those hearts that you always end up pressing your tongue to.
How your body still remembers things you told it to forget.
How those furious affections followed you.
I've got this store-bought way of saying I'm okay,
and you learned how to cry in total silence.
We're talented and bright.
We're lonely and uptight.