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God is a middle-aged woman |
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With planets for earrings and international date lines |
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At the corners of her eyes |
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She's thinkin' 'bout remarriage |
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To a guy she recently met |
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And hasn't even asked out on a date |
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Okay, to be perfectly honest |
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He's never even spoken to her |
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He barely even knows she exists |
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But hey, God is really shy |
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She doesn't like confrontations |
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And she's not so young anymore |
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But oh, God, won't you just say hello? |
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Oh, God, you can take it real slow |
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It's been hard since Jeremy left her |
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Sometimes it seems so pointless |
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Like she's unloveable |
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But I, I love her very much |
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I love the way she looks |
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And I just want her to be happy |
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I wish I could talk some sense |
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Into her troubled head |
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Full of beautiful grey hairs |
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But I, I am only human |
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But maybe that's just it |
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Maybe that's just what she needs |
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Oh, God, things are gonna be fine |
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Oh, God, don't lose your head over some stupid guy |
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Ah, so beautiful on the patio at night |
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Ah, so wonderful, how did I not see it before? |
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Oh God |
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Oh God |
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Oh God |
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Oh God |