And you stare at me in your Jesus Christ pose. Arms held out like you've been carrying a load. And you swear to me you don't want to be my slave. But you're staring at me like I, like I need to be
And you stare at me in your Jesus Christ pose. Arms held out like you've been carrying a load. And you swear to me you don't want to be my slave. But you're staring at me like I, like I need to be
And you stare at me in your Jesus Christ pose. Arms held out like you've been carrying a load. And you swear to me you don't want to be my slave. But you're staring at me like I, like I need to be