Bibles dressed in spandex pants,
If you could get the girl to dance she'll follow you all the way to Heaven,
And grab your heart through your sweating chest, clutch it to her longing breast,
She'll go with you all the way to Heaven.
She's crying now, but tell me what she's crying for,
She'll follow too, but tell me who she's following,
She's longing, but tell me who she's longing for,
She thinks of your image as a stained glass window.
Bibles dressed in spandex pants,
If you could get the girl to dance she'd follow you all the way to Heaven.
She's crying now, but tell me what she's crying for,
She'll follow too, but tell me who she's following,
She's longing, but tell me who she's longing for,
She thinks of your image as a stained glass window
Grab your heart through your sweated chest,
Clutch it to her longing breast,
She'll go with you all the way to Heaven.
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah,
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah,
She'll follow you all the way to Heaven,
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah,
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah,
She'll follow you all the way to Heaven,
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