Honey I feel your bone, I'd rather sit here all alone
Oh honey I feel your bone, I'd rather sit here all alone
You tell me that you love me, don't try and corrupt me
I'm saving myself for Jesus
You can titty-fuck me, Tie me up, dry-hump me
And slap me in the face, I'll even let you call me mommy
He died upon the cross, let me get my point across
My hymen belongs to Jesus
Honey I'll roll over let you poke me in the back door
Oh Honey I'll roll over let you cram it in my back door
I ain't gonna be one of them Mary Magdelene whores
My pussy belongs to Jesus
I ain't going to hell like them sumbitch moslims
The catholics and the jews and osama bin ladens
I aint going to hell like ol' Charlie Manson
Jimmy Carter or the fucking Unibomber
And when we get married then I'll let you pop my cherry
And I'll love you like the devil in our home in Shelbyville
And we'll go up to heaven and we'll meet ol' baby Jesus
You'll be so glad that we waited
You'll be so glad that we waited
Honey I feel your bone