A pressed shirt, you tuck it in You tie your tie, and tie it again I put a little curl in my hair Pink on my cheeks barely there
A proper skirt, hits at the knee A good sweater in winter green You shake the keys, downstairs I hit the lights, not a minute to spare
Slipped a five in the bible for the offering plate What a beautiful picture we both make
You drive, I look out the window It's not right but nobody said so We walk in and head to the same pew And hold hands, just like we're supposed to But last night you slept on the sofa And these days I don't even know ya We fight like hell but nobody knows When we're wearing our church clothes
We stand up, we sing a hymn We say a prayer for other friends We're turning to the book of John And I'm thinking how I can't go on
But we smile and we give it our Sunday best If we're lost couldn't tell by the way we're dressed
You drive, I look out the window It's not right but nobody said so We walk in, I head to the bedroom But you don't, you do what you want to Like last week when you packed a suitcase And came close to getting your own place Oh, that's the stuff nobody knows When we're wearing our church clothes
Oh, we don't speak Don't touch as if nobody's watching us Lord knows we've got it down What would they say if we gave up
You drive, I look out the window It's not right but nobody said so We walk in like we've never been so close Miles apart but careful that it don't show When we're wearing our church clothesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.