Girls Are God's Machines

Come on Come on It’s a pretty day To stay inside and baby make Come on Come on Go freak him out Ride him good till he’s all dried out Get up Get up Go make that bed Give a little love and then give a little Come on Come on 'Cause pretty soon There’ll be nothing left of you I pray that girls are god's machines I’m a southern bitch Straight outta the rib Man, it is what it is I pray that girls are god's machines Yeah, I’m a southern bitch Man, I cry when I kiss, and I’d die for your sins Come on Come on Use my skin To bury all your secrets in Come on Come on I don’t mind My mother taught me not to cry Get up Get up Feed you good, I’m a little spoon Get up Get up Sing it back if you feel it too I pray that girls are god's machines I’m a southern bitch Straight outta the rib Man, it is what it is I pray that girls are god's machines I’m a southern bitch Man, I cry when I kiss, and I’d die for your sins Yeah yeah Oh, can we make it even? Oh, can we make it even? Oh, can we make it even? Oh, can we make it even? Come on Come on It’s a pretty day To stay inside and baby make Come on Come on Go freak him out Ride him good till he’s all dried out Get up Get up Go make that bed Give a little love and then give a little Come on Come on 'Cause pretty soon There’ll be nothing left of you