Music by Peter Furler
Lyrics by Steve Taylor
poster child for the Christian single
dumped on more than a birdhouse shingle
tired of the same old crowd, she starts to
mingle where she don't belong
all God's bachelors hanging in a bunch
wolves in Wool-lite beat 'em to the punch
score another knockout, barely bought her lunch
what went wrong?
let's talk about real life
truth and consequences
and coming to our senses
and lies we'd best unlearn
let's talk about real love
truth and propaganda
are you really gonna stand for
love that waits its turn?
I am the voice of the male agenda
sensitive, strong or shy, I tend to
act anyway that would possibly send you
somewhere we can be alone
you're so sure I'm a would be Christian
suckered by the "Untamed Heart" condition
love that feminine intuition
seen that movie, too
let's talk about real life...
Ok, ok, ok - you've got me
figured out, I'm a sham, I
never actually studied for the
priesthood. I've had lots of
destructive relationsps, and
I know I don't deserve
someone like you anyway. It's
just, there's this strange
purity about you...almost a
radiance. Maybe it comes from
your religious beliefs, I don't
know. I guess what I'm trying
to say is, you're unlike any
woman I've ever met...is it
getting hot in here? Can I help
you with that jacket?
No, no, I know you've got to
go...Oh! No, it's nothing. I've
just got this really bad kink in
my neck...you don't suppose
you could just massage it a
little, could you
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