The Tuna Helpers - Christian Girl
You be the mama - you be the daddy
And I will be the dancing girl
And we’ll live in the stomach of a soft fat cat
Who shivers with a Siamese purr
And she plays pretend all over my pillow
And she hasn’t really been a Christian friend
But she promises to behave this time
Taking the flesh and the blood in a cracker served with wine
Chase her kitten tails through the enchanted forests
Up to a castle made from a carpenter’s heart
We hang onto fur when it’s soft - when it’s pretty
When the kittens know that we are all girls
And she’s there buried in a sandbox boat
Hiding games under skirts so mother won’t see
That she’s not playing house appropriately
La-la-la’s
She plays pretend all over my pillow
And she hasn’t really been a Christian friend
But she promises to behave this time
Taking the flesh and the blood in a cracker served with wine
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