Jesus stole my baby
Jesus stole my girl
He took her away
For an hour every Sunday
He caught all of her beautiful curls
She was always easy
Seven days of the week
Now she's a boy
I've seen her before
She thinks she gives her some kind of mystique
He said that she just wants the same thing
She said you can't go on the way that you are
She chased all my friends
Hurts my brain till it bends
Buys me cigarettes and steals my guitar
Why is it so long?
Time to see who's mine
Pretend that I am fine
I'm not a simple boy
On a telephone line
I'm not a machine
She's never near with me
I beg you to be free
She takes the arms to block down
Seriously
Now I've always been in love with a treasure
No she might as well be wrapped up in chains
When I ask she says no
I feel it so low
I'm bursting from my feet to my brains
Now if I can only talk to this Jesus
And tell him just how lonely I've been
I ask him to send all my baby again
So she can see what kind of state I've been in
Jesus stole my baby
Maybe I should steal his
She used to be mine
Now she's so dull and divine
I'm not being nice but that's the way that it is
I'm lost here among the clouds
Jesus mending gowns
Son goes out of tune with his heart
She talks in terrified tones
Scarab in the vault
Screaming through a black wooden microphone
Why is it so long?
Time to see who's mine
Pretend that I am fine
I was a simple boy
Don't tell a lie
I know she was never here with me
I'm aching to be free
She takes her horse and walks down the city with me