Maria's dad, he gives me a vibe, observes my type in Swedish If my hand touches yours, then your day will be numbered Says David, or is it Christ? He says you are a Christian, and you have values Are you fighting against me, or what do you say? Are you done with me? I'm not good enough for you But Jesus was perfect, if I let my hair grow And walked in sandals, I would look a bit like Everyone is happy for our oil, but they dig it up Push the people away, a bar I send up here Buy yourself an electric car, and vote against bombs If you've had enough of types like us Maria's dad, there's a reason to hate me I love your daughter, I love your daughter Just like you do She's a beauty, but I'm nothing without her Because Jesus was perfect, if I let my hair grow And walked in sandals, I would look a bit like He wants to look like me He wants to look like me He wants to look like me He wants to look like me He wants to look like me He wants to look like me He wants to look like me More than many in this city