Paradise lost beneath the waist
Unfaithfully slipping in and out of grace
She wasn't meant to be unchaste but hell
La la la la
Yesterday she raised her head up
Rubbed her eyes and made her bed up
Felt this good before
But Jesus doesn't live here anymore
Well gentlemen what's the score by you?
The simplest thing's not a simple thing to do
She wasn't meant to be untrue but hell
La la la la
Yesterday he made his mind up
Can't believe in nothing kind of
Felt this good before
But Jesus doesn't live here anymore
Well paradise lost without a trace
So faithfully slipping in and out of grace
Enough to make this youthful face so cold
La la la la
Yesterday I tried...to find him
Knocked around my door
I've said this once before
That Jesus doesn't live here anymore