Lyrics: Zander Sweeney
Music: Zander Sweeney
My angel's most polite when I am on my knees, yeah
And I am even nicer when she ask me please, ahh
Doesn't make me pray too long
Till she's dancing on my tongue
And when she's done
She shows me how she got them wings
She looks just like a god
Baby, call me Catholic
She ****s just like a god
Cuff it up, I'm yours
Can't find a single flaw
I think she's holographic
Keep stringing me along
I need no Religion
When you **** it like a god
I **** it like a god
Oh, Gabriel can't decide if I'm a friend or foe
And she said, "I don't think he even tries to make me curl my toes"
Think you big and tough, daddy?
That's what she's been calling me
Go wash your balls before you tell me what I already know
I'm homo
It's because she ****s just like a god
Baby, call me Catholic
She looks just like a god
Cuff it up, I'm yours
I got to pray for more
She said she's telepathic
Keep stringing me along
I need no religion
When you **** it like a
You **** it like a god
You **** it like a god
It because she ****s just like a god!
Not to be too dramatic, miss
She ****s just like a god!
That angel puss is galactic shit
She ****s just like a god!
Psychopathic, pornographic
Both angelic and satanic
But I gotta ****ing have it!
YOU **** JUST LIKE A GOD!
YOU **** JUST LIKE A!
Uh oh, Gabe wants to suck my ...