Jesus is my Girlfriend

Look at my hands
 They’re all over you
 My rusty nails stuck to you like glue
 My arms around you like audio tape
 Got a little red horn underneath this cape
 It’s not dirty
 It’s not rude
 I’ll go to Kuwait if I wanna get, wanna get,
 Wanna get crude
 It’s not filthy
 It’s not lewd
 I wanna get famous just so I can get sued
 Guess who’s my girlfriend, yeah, ten out of ten
 Yeah it’s Jesus, she’s my girlfriend
 Want to know who my boyfriend is,
 No, nought out of ten
 Jesus ain’t a man, she’s my girlfriend
 Jesus is my girlfriend
 It’s not drink, It’s not food
 It’s a man in a shuttle with a tube
 I can’t fly, so what, I can’t cook
 Can’t even catch a tune with a hook
 I’ve been to Hong Kong & South Dakota
 In a little wood plane without a motor
 Got a girl in bed, when I took it further
 Where Jamaica? No I coaxed her. Ha! Ha!
 I love her
 My girlfriend
 I love her
 My girlfriend