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

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

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

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

Well, I've always been in love her treasure
But she as well be locked up in chains
I ask she says no and I'm feeling so low
I'm bursting my feet to my brains

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

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

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

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