Andrea

We used to go to church, together
You were too damn cool for the Sunday School
And now it feels, forever
Since we filled those pews
Darling me and you
Time would have it that you ended up as my girl
Left the choir now we're singing in the real world
Shape or spirit, you're the prettiest I know
I would fuck you on the altar just to give em all a show, oh

Andrea
Your mother says I'm bad for ya
So hold me tight inside of ya
Cause what's she know
She's so damn mean
Andrea
Your father says I'm better gone
A lowlife, no good vagabond
But what's he know?
He loves to scream

We're going steady til it begins
I feel a shift is happenin'
Been here before, I know the vibes
The vague resistance in your eyes
But fuck that, I want you
I think I, might love you
I try to pretend it's all okay until you
Said you talked it over at the family dinner
And you shouldn't be acquainted with a sinner
In your eyes I sense you're putting on a show
But if that is your decision, guess I gotta let you go, oh

Andrea
Your mother says I'm bad for ya
So hold me tight inside of ya
Cause what's she know
She's so damn mean
Andrea
Your father says I'm better gone
A lowlife, no good vagabond
But what's he know?
He loves to scream



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Writer(s): Stephen Thomas
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