Rosary

I left a rosary in your backseat

Do you pray for me? Do you pray for me?

My mother's crosses on the wall's a threat to my belief

To her disbelief, her disbelief

I'm a good friend and I am a rotten lover

Never found out how to summon up desire

I'll walk down the aisle in sweats

And I'll mumble some jargon bout what to expect

I dunno if they'll cheer when I give you a peck

But I swear when I'm rich and I'm poor I will have you

Just don't make us do it like they do

Cause they're not me and they're not you

It's a wicked cover for a custom that ruffles less feathers

Repeating what's always been done

I left a rosary in your backseat

Do you pray for me? Do you pray for me?

My mother's crosses on the wall's a threat to my belief

To her disbelief, her disbelief

I'm a good friend and I am a rotten lover

Never found out how to summon up desire

I'll walk down the aisle in sweats

And I'll mumble some jargon bout what to expect

I dunno if they'll cheer when I give you a peck

But I swear when I'm rich and I'm poor I will have you

Just don't make us do it like they do

Cause that's not me and that's not you

It's a wicked cover for a custom that functions

Better between a man and a woman

Just don't make us do it like they do

Cause they're blood but not who I'd choose

And don't let my cousin's ex-husband ruin the fun

That they know they're missing out on

I left a rosary in your backseat

Do you pray for me?