Jesus, She's a Good Girl
And so it seems,
I will see you once again
In my dreams.
It's sort of strange,
You only haunt me when i'm trying
To leave you behind.
Why you always make me a liar
When i'm trying to tell the truth.
Jesus, she's a good girl
I don't want to hurt her.
The whisperings
In the middle of the morn
Liquor rests
Upon your words
But still in my slow beating heart
I'm not ashamed.
Oh maybe i
In the rising morning light
Should be blamed.
Why you always call me a liar
When i'm trying to tell the truth.
Jesus, she's a good girl
I don't want to hurt her.