Saving Myself for Jesus

[Verse 1]

Honey I feel your bone, I'd rather sit here all alone

Oh, honey I feel your bone, I’d rather sit here all alone

You tell me that you love me, don't try and corrupt me

I'm saving myself for Jesus

You can tittyfuck me

Tie me up, dry hump me

And slap me in the face

I’ll even let you call me Mommy

He died upon the cross, let me get my point across:

My hymen belongs to Jesus

Honey, I'll roll over let you poke me in the back door

Oh, honey I'll roll over let you cram it in my back door

I ain't gonna be one of them Mary Magdalene whores

My pussy belongs to Jesus

I ain't going to hell like them sum bitch Muslims

The Catholics and the Jews and Osama Bin Ladens

I ain't going to hell like ol' Charlie Manson

Jimmy Carter, or the fuckin Unabomber

And when we get married then I'll you pop my cherry

And I’ll love you like the devil at our home in Shelbyville

And we’ll go up to heaven and we'll meet ol’ Baby Jesus

You'll be so glad that we waited

Honey I feel your bone