Baby Bird
Jesus Is My Girlfriend
Look at my handsThey're all over youMy rusty nails stuck to you like glueMy arms around you like audio tapeGot a little red horn underneath this capeIt's not dirtyIt's not rudeI'll go to Kuwait if I wanna get, wanna get,Wanna get crudeIt's not filthyIt's not lewdI wanna get famous just so I can get suedGuess who's my girlfriend, yeah, ten out of tenYeah it's Jesus, she's my girlfriendWant to know who my boyfriend is,No, nought out of tenJesus ain't a man, she's my girlfriendJesus is my girlfriendIt's not drink, It's not foodIt's a man in a shuttle with a tubeI can't fly, so what, I can't cookCan't even catch a tune with a hookI've been to Hong Kong & South DakotaIn a little wood plane without a motorGot a girl in bed, when I took it furtherWhere Jamaica? No I coaxed her. Ha! Ha!I love herMy girlfriendI love herMy girlfriend
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