i’m looking for a religious girl
with child-bearing hips and a wedding veil
but i’m saddened to report sir, it’s not easy
this town is full of those cynical girls
walking two steps behind forty-five-year-olds
i can’t bear to hear those church bells ring again
so driver can’t you drive me a little more slowly
i’ve gotta go
can’t you find me some george jones on your radio
i’ve gotta go, can’t say no, to the church
