Half Girl, Half Jesus Songtext
von Morgans

Who is that boy
Creeping round my door
I think I′ve seen his face before
I pays my coin
He fills my groin
Leaves me crucified on the bedroom floor

Half girl, half Jesus
God's got many ways to try and please us
I sorta read the book, but don′t accept the thesis

Half girl, half Jesus

I'm probably past now what you can see

An angry heart left to move in sync
Sell my seedy soul

Sell my broken hope
How can I speak, how can I sew


Talk
Pain
Clean
Crisp
Beat
Sex
Her
Of me
Seek
Pull
My
Sky High
Dear
Hush
Walk
Dance
Hate
Hell
All
My
That
Girl
Burned
Hand
Soil
Soul
Sold Out
Tempt
Deep
Test
Machine

I see my life's boring in his eyes
He′ll probably feel love and happy with his spies
Tender bleached my soul
With fables that are told
An inevitable riddle
Upon my feeble skin