Jesus stole my baby
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Jesus stole my girl
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He took her away for an hour every sunday
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And cut all of her beautiful curls
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She was always easy seven days of the week
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Now sheE¼s a bore and IE¼ve seen it before
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She thinks it gives her some kind of mystique
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Said that she just wantE¼s to save me
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Said you cant go on the way that you are
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She chased all my friends, hurts my brain till it bends
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Hides my cigarettes and steals my guitar
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And itE¼s a long time since she was mine, Pretending I am fine
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Another simple boy on the telephone line
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And though she is living here with me
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I'm aching to be free
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She takes it all so god damn seriously
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Well IE¼ve always been in love with her treasure
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But she might as well be locked up in chains
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When I ask she says no and I'm feeling so low
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I'm bursting from my feet to my brains
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Now if i could only talk to this Jesus
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IE¼d tell him just how lonely IE¼ve been
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IE¼d ask him to send home my baby again
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So she can see what kinda state IE¼ve been in
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Jesus stole my baby
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So maybe I should steal his
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She used to be mine
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Now sheE¼s so dull and divine
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May not be nice but thats the way that it
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is
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And I'm lost here among the clowns
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Jesus men in gowns
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All sandals and out of tune guitars
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And she talks in terrified tones
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Of skeleton bones
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Screaming through a mangled microphone
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And itE¼s a long time since she was mine, Pretending I am fine
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Another simple boy on the telephone line
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And though she is living here with me
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I'm aching to be free
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She takes it all so god damn seriously
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Jesus Stole My Baby
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| The Fratellis |
