Refrigerator

When I open your door, I could not ask for heaven

God must be in my refrigerator

Items close to my heart

Carrots and pickles

Yeah it's heaven on earth

Right inside of my door

Lime gelatin

Chocolate pudding

Fishy wishies

Why don't you get me

White enameled and chrome

A little church of my own

A little taste of honey

It wouldn't take much money

On your altar I'm posed

On your lettuce I'm dancing

And I suppose I suppose

Add gelatin

Fish crazies

Chocolate custard

Cut the mustard

White enameled and chrome

A little church of my own

A little taste of honey

It doesn't take no money

Makes you cum in your pants

Like a two-day romance

On your stove I'm froze

I suppose I suppose

Chocolate custard

Wavy gravy

Mashed potatoes

Do the alligator