Album: other songs

Christian Girls

Now I believe an angel crossed my path and realised,
That the hair on my head will be pass my chin when I’ve earnt this type of
prize.
The scent that she brings makes me feel alright like the pleasure of sleeping safe
tonight,
But I won’t sleep tight ‘til I know she’s been cleaned from her
toes to the top of her head.
Christian Girls should be kept pristine and totally devoid of pain,
I can’t hold back the rain, the dirty, dirty rain.
Gloria’s freckles just titter and tease, but they’re no bloody use to
me,
No bloody use to me.
Too much telly and too many books and so many films to keep me hooked,
But the idea of sex seems so bleeding stale when her heart is as big as a house.
And the red, red lips just keep reminding me of Sarah Brown,
And the cool, cool breeze makes me feel like settling down.
Christian Girls should be kept pristine and totally devoid of pain,
I can’t hold back the rain , the dirty, dirty rain.
Gloria’s freckles just titter and tease, but they’re no bloody use to
me,
No bloody use to me.
It’s a shame that she feels this way, to my hearts dismay I want to kiss all
her fingers.

(This sounds like sultans of swing to me, the lyrics are supposed to be funny. It
was pretty much this one that got us signed to too pure.)