Hallelujah came to in the confession booth Infested with infections and smiling on an abscessed tooth Running out on residue and crashing through the vestibule The crucifixion cruise, she climbed the cross and found she liked the view
And sat reflecting on the resurrection and dreaming about an old connection And talking loud over lousy connections, she put her mouth around a difficult question She said Lord, what do you recommend to a real sweet girl who's made some not-sweet friends? Lord, what do you prescribe to a real soft girl who's having real hard times?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
