Oh My God
Oh my God Oh my God!
You're finally calling me yours.
Take it off Take it off
And crawl back to bed where its warm.
I coped, confusing religion with hope
(hope)
I choked, excuse me i clearly mispoke
(oke)
Keep me pressed against your lips just like a glass pipe
She said "I preffer a headache to an off night"
Baby I havent been a human in a long time
She said "Calm down, and just be an improvement from my last guy".
Oh my God Oh my God!
My faith in love is restored
Two astronauts
Finally setting a course
For home
And our ghosts, should really hang out when we croak
(croak)
Our ghosts, should really hang out when we croak
I was conceived in New York
Two strangers planted a seed
And that was
Four years before the divorce
I think it had an effect on me.
She said "Baby, maybe is millenial to say this
but fuck the bitter dying world we've been gifted
And I know I could releive the tension with 'Im kidding'
But why should we conform our confort has been pissed in?"
Oh my God Oh my God!
You're finally calling me yours
Oh my God Oh my God!
You're finally calling me yours
Oh my God Oh my God!
You're finally calling me yours
You're finally calling me yours.
Take it off Take it off
And crawl back to bed where its warm.
I coped, confusing religion with hope
(hope)
I choked, excuse me i clearly mispoke
(oke)
Keep me pressed against your lips just like a glass pipe
She said "I preffer a headache to an off night"
Baby I havent been a human in a long time
She said "Calm down, and just be an improvement from my last guy".
Oh my God Oh my God!
My faith in love is restored
Two astronauts
Finally setting a course
For home
And our ghosts, should really hang out when we croak
(croak)
Our ghosts, should really hang out when we croak
I was conceived in New York
Two strangers planted a seed
And that was
Four years before the divorce
I think it had an effect on me.
She said "Baby, maybe is millenial to say this
but fuck the bitter dying world we've been gifted
And I know I could releive the tension with 'Im kidding'
But why should we conform our confort has been pissed in?"
Oh my God Oh my God!
You're finally calling me yours
Oh my God Oh my God!
You're finally calling me yours
Oh my God Oh my God!
You're finally calling me yours
Credits
Writer(s): Charles Kerr, Oliver Elliott Mann, Christopher Mcclelland, Thomas Serl
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