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

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

Said that she just to save me
Said you go on the way that you are
She chased all my friends, hurts my brain it bends
Hides my cigarettes and my guitar

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

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

Now if I could talk to this Jesus
I'd tell him just how lonely been
I'd ask him to send home my again
So she can see what kinda state been in

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

And I'm lost here among the clowns, Jesus men in
All and out of tune guitars
And she talks in terrified tones of bones
through a mangled microphone

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