Hit

Jesus was a little gay
But you shouldn't call him that
He didn't have a thing
Except a little black book
And he sold it for a t-shirt

Aw you can see me falling apart
Aw you can see me falling apart
Aw you can see me falling apart
Aw you can see me falling apart

I hit the odd lady again
Cause you didn't call me back
I hear the angels sing
And they put me in here
Cause I wore a pink t-shirt

Aw you can see me falling apart
Aw you can see me falling apart
Aw you can see me falling apart
Aw you can see me falling apart

And I can hear the dog at night
Talking to the candle light
Wait up
Yeah it could've been the waiter
And I can't eat the porcupine
And where is my candyline
Candyline

Aw you can see me falling apart
Aw you can see me falling apart
Aw you can see me falling apart
Aw you can see me falling apart