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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 of the week
Now she's a bore and I've seen it
She it gives her some kind of mystique

Said that she wants 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 steals my

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

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

Now if I could only to this Jesus
I'd tell him how lonely I've been
I'd ask him to send home my again
So she can see what kinda state 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 nice but the way that 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
Screaming through a mangled

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