So Help Me God

I smell your thoughts when you walk by-
Thinking about me
They smell so dirty, you get caught
With every thought you think
As you smile into my eyes,
Your ears turn pink
You told me you were feeling shy
It made my tummy blink
So help me God; don’t you do that again
You might wake up in a predicament
So help me God; don’t you do that again
You just might be my next lucky victim
We were sitting side by side
In the theatre
But the whole time we had our eyes
On each other
By and by, we’re touching hands
Squirming in our chairs
You whisper something funny and
Sweet nothings in my ear
So help me God; don’t you do that again
You might wake up in a predicament
So help me God; don’t you do that again
You just might be my next lucky victim
Now, I’m not one to hit and run
Forsaking my religion
But you’ve converted me
To another “-ism”
I see you as a matador
Running ‘round in red
You’re screwing with the buttons
And the wires inside my head
So help me God; don’t you do that again
You might wake up in a predicament
So help me God; don’t you do that again
You just might be my next lucky victim
Yeah, so help me, so help me, so
So help me, so help me,
Oh yeah
So help me God; don’t you do that again
You might wake up in a predicament
Ooh yeah, so help me God; don’t you do that again
You just might be my next lucky victim