When we were there before...
Couldn't look you in the eye...
You're just like His angel...
His touch makes me cry...
Your wing spare a feather...
In this inperfect world...
In Him we are special...
Christ's so very special...
But we are creeps,
I'm a weirdo...
To hell I was going there...
Man don't belong there...
I don't care if it hurts,
'pals' say self-control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice
Me even when I'm round
Christ's so very special...
More than just special...
But we are creeps,
I'm a weirdo...
To hell I was going there...
I don't belong there...ohhh ohhh
She's running out the door
She's running out
She run run run run...
run... run...
Whatever makes Him happy...
Whatever You want..
To me your are special
I wish I was special
But we are creeps,
I'm a weirdo...
To hell I was going there...
Man don't belong there...
K don't belong there...:)
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