Jesus Stole My Baby by Fratellis
Jesus stole my baby
Jesus stole my girl
He took her away for an hour every Sunday
And cut all of her beautiful curls
She was always easy seven days of the week
Now she's a bore and I've seen it before
She thinks it gives her some kind of mystique
Said that she just wants to save me
Said you can't go on the way that you are
She chased all my friends, hurts my brain til it bends
Hides my cigarettes and steals my guitar
And it's a long time since she was mine
Pretending I am fine
Another simple boy on the telephone line
And though she is living here with me
I'm aching to be free
She takes it all so goddamn seriously
Well I've always been in love with her treasure
But she might as well be locked up in chains
When I ask she says no, and I'm feeling so low
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