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Jesus stole my baby, stole my girl
He took her for an hour every Sunday
And cut all of her beautiful

She was always easy seven days of the
Now she's a bore and I've it before
She it gives her some kind of mystique

Said that she just wants to me
Said you can't go on the way you are
She all my friends, hurts my brain till it bends
Hides my cigarettes and steals my

And a long time since she was mine, pretending I am fine
simple boy on the telephone line
And though she is living here with me I'm to be free
She takes it all so goddamn

Well, always been in love with her treasure
But she might as be locked up in chains
When I ask she says no and I'm so low
I'm bursting from my to my brains

Now if I could only talk to Jesus
I'd him just how lonely I've been
I'd ask him to send home my baby
So she can see what state I've been in

Jesus stole my so maybe I should steal his
She used to be now she's so dull and divine
May not be but that's the way that it is

And I'm here among the clowns, Jesus men in gowns
All sandals and out of guitars
And she talks in tones of skeleton bones
Screaming through a mangled

And it's a long time since she was mine, I am fine
Another boy on the telephone line
And though she is here with me I'm aching to be free
She it all so goddamn seriously