You’re so pretty, it makes me cry
That I have to hide the hands that touch me
If they found out we’d be crucified
This town’s old-fashioned
I’d have to run from your daddy’s gun
If he knew what happened
When we’re alone in his pick-up truck
You’re all I think about
It gets me through the day
I pray for some way out
‘Cause all the people say that
You’re so bad for my health
But I don’t want anybody else
The preachers say that I’ll go to Hell
But I don’t want anybody else
I don’t want anybody else
I took some pictures of me and you
And I supеrglued them over scriptures
So I can worship something true
We move in silence
We speak in slang to avoid the gang
From all this violence
Our love’s a flower in a battle tank
You’re all I think about
It gets me through the day
I pray for some way out
‘Cause all the people say that
You’re so bad for my health
But I don’t want anybody else
The preachers say that I’ll go to Hell
But I don’t want anybody else
Separated by a stained glass window
My tears are colored rainbow
Nothing can come between us
Not even Jesus
You’re so bad for my health
But I don’t want anybody else
The preachers say that I’ll go to Hell
But I don’t want anybody else
No, I don’t want anybody else, no, no