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

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

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

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

Well, I've been in love with her treasure
But she as well 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 to this Jesus
I'd tell him just how lonely I've
I'd ask him to home my baby again
So she can see what kinda state been in

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

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

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