Sweet Jesus

Oh Sweet Jesus
I just got a heartattack
Here's three hot mamas
In a pink Cadillac
I push the throttle
And I move on up behind
I cranck the horn
And I force them to the roadside

I guess I'm talkin' the blues
I don't have nothin' to loose
Oh I love those high heel boats
Oh I love those high heel boats

If I was the son of God
I'd make 'em dance and shout
I'd make them work for me all night
In spandex tights
Rubber gloves
Russian nurse suits
Fake rolexes
Lipstick smear
And waxed behinds

But I guess I'm just talkin' the blues
I don't have nothin' to loose
Mmm, oh I love those high heel boats
Mmm, High heel boats

Me and Jesus on a booty call
We pick 'em up like
We 're the law around here
I see them streak like dogdy dogs
I take my wip and I
Holler 'til they stall
I give them the needle
I insert the steel
And I clean their car
That's the man I am
I 'm the man around here

I guess I'm just talkin' the blues
I don't have nothin' to loose
Oh I love those high heel boats
Oh I love those high heel boats



Credits
Writer(s): Felix Collin, Johannesson Peter Carl Michael, Hedberg Karl-oscar Rolf
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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