Ohhh

Pay your respects
to a greater intellect.
You´re just a pawn.
Does this confession turn you on?

I know your kind.
You´d do me from behind.
And when everybody stares
their eyes will bare the sharpest glare.

Everybody knows
beneath your clothes.
Staring at your toes
is just a pose.
Everybody good knows
how hard you blow.
Everybody knows.

Ohhh

You did me wrong.
I grinned and played along.
Those days are gone.
Does this confession turn you on?

I´d see you stoned.
Lawn chair to gilded throne.
You cut your tiny ties
and now you´re dangling by a lie.

Everybody knows
beneath your clothes.
Staring at your toes
is just a pose.
Everybody good knows
how hard you blow.
Everybody knows.

You think you´re Jesus Christ. (x4)
You´re not my Jesus Christ. (x4)