Her bed is burning
She can’t feel a thing
She’s been watching tall ships Passing by her house
There’s a big cross Opposite her bed With two spotlights Right on Jesus’s abs
She got it in Italy
Only there they make them this big Her Jesus is a pleasant sight
With his face like he’s about to come
She says: Jesus, open your arms!
I’ll open my thighs for you
He’s just a guy like Brad or Channing so what is your problem?
I could never understand priests
When they said they could speak with him
When all I ever got was a random thunder and a car accident
Am I not pretty enough?
Should I get my teeth straightened out? I want you to love me back
Just as I love
Jesus, open your arms!
I’ll open my thighs for you
He’s just a guy like Brad or Channing so what is your problem?