Woorden: David Usher. Little Songs. Jesus Was My Girl.

So He dies and I'm the joke
A Play-Doh mask, a million miles to go
A supped up cock tease with a little twist
When sex got ugly I'd insist

Hear you'll empty all I've got
Fucking's over but I can't stop cumming
Still born dead or never born at all

When Jesus was my girl
She told me
When Jesus was my girl, oh

It's impossible for me
Harder even if I turn it over
Not as pretty as I thought I'd be
Another symptom of my damn disease

Hear you've taken all I got
Fucking's over but I just keep cumming
Still born dead and never born at all

When Jesus was my girl
She told me
When Jesus was my girl, oh

When Jesus was my girl
She told me
When Jesus was my girl, oh

Not as pretty as I thought I'd be
Another symptom of my damn disease

Not as pretty as I thought I'd be
Another symptom of my damn disease

Not as pretty as I thought I'd be
Another symptom of my damn disease

Not as pretty as I thought I'd be
Another symptom of my damn disease

When Jesus was my girl
She told me
When Jesus was my girl, oh

When Jesus was my girl
She told me
When Jesus was my girl, oh

Not as pretty as I thought I'd be
Another symptom of my damn disease

Not as pretty as I thought I'd be
Another symptom of my damn disease

Not as pretty as I thought I'd be
Another symptom of my damn disease

Not as pretty as I thought I'd be
Another symptom of my damn disease

Not as pretty as I thought I'd be
Another symptom of my damn disease

Not as pretty as I thought I'd be
Another symptom of my damn disease