"Hey you" she said
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"I think that I have something in my eye"
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And she posed beneath the standard lamp
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As her clothes waved goodbye
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And she was
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Naked as a new apology
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For something she hadn't yet done
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And he said "Did I ever tell you the one about
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The Original Miss Jesus?"
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"Born before
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Her more famous little brother Mister Christ
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Sure, there were miracles
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But out of the public eye
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So they didn't
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Think even to have her crucified
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She just wrote some novels and then she died
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And only her family cried for her
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The Original Miss Jesus
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And then he came
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The one that they wrote all the books about
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The King of The Rock Opera
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Whom she could do without (The sheik of do-without)"
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"Stop!" she said
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"Jesus could have been a boy or girl
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History would still have been unkind
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If he'd been a her
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Anyway
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Just watch me turn this beer into air
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As for Redemption Value, I don't care
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But if you want, I'll even pretend to be
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The Original Miss Jesus"
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So she was
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The saviour
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Of that sad and lonely room.
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The Original Miss Jesus
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John Wesley Harding |