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

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

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

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

Well, always 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 my feet to my brains

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

Jesus stole my baby so I should 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 lost here among the clowns, men in gowns
All sandals and out of tune
And she talks in terrified tones of bones
Screaming through a mangled

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