Letras
A pressed shirt, you tuck it in
You tie your tie, tie it again
I put a little curl in my hair
Pink on my cheeks barely there
A proper skirt hits at the knee
A good sweater in winter green
You shake the keys downstairs
I hit the lights not a minute to spare
Slip a five in the bible for the offering plate
What a beautiful picture we both make
You drive, I look out the window
It's not right but nobody says so
We walk in and head to the same pew
And hold hands just like we're supposed to
But last night you slept on the sofa
And these days I don't even know ya
We fight like hell but nobody knows
When we're wearing our church clothes
We stand up we sing a hymn
We say a prayer for other friends
We're turning to the Book of John
I'm thinking how I can't go on
But we smile and we give it our Sunday best
If we're lost couldn't tell by the way we're dressed
I drive you look out the window
It's not right but nobody says so
We walk in you head to the bedroom
But I don't, I do what I want to
Like last week when I packed a suitcase
You came close to getting my own place
All this is stuff that nobody knows
When we're wearing our church clothes
All week don't speak
Don't touch as if nobody's watching us
Lord knows we've got it down
What would they say if we gave up
You drive I look out the window
It's not right but nobody says so
We walk in like we've never been so close
Miles apart but careful that it don't show
When we're wearing our church clothes
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