Honey I feel your bone, I'd rather sit here all alone
Oh honey I feel your bone, I'd rather sit here all alone
You tell me that you love me, don't try and corrupt me
I'm saving myself for Jesus
You can t***y-f*** me, Tie me up, dry-hump me
and slap me in the face, I'll even let you call me mommy
He died upon the cross, let me get my point across
My h**** belongs to Jesus
Honey I'll roll over let you poke me in the back door
Oh Honey I'll roll over let you cram it in my back door
I ain't gonna be one of them Mary Magdelene w****s
My p**** belongs to Jesus
I ain't going to hell like them sumbitch moslims
the catholics and the jews and osama bin ladens
I aint going to hell like ol' Charlie Manson
Jimmy Carter or the f****** Unibomber
And when we get married then I'll let you pop my cherry
and I'll love you like the devil in our home in Shelbyville
and we'll go up to heaven and we'll meet ol' baby Jesus
you'll be so glad that we waited
you'll be so glad that we waited
Honey I feel your bone
Birdcloud is Makenzie Green and Jasmin Kaset from East Nashville and Cottontown, respectively. Birdcloud met in Murfreesboro and immediately didn't like eachother. At a party in 2009 they had some whiskeys and became friends and started d***ing around on guitar, writing their first song, a song about going down on your best friend, now lost to the sands of time. Despite a lukewarm reception at Nashville's Bluebird Cafe, they have been sitting on eachother's faces ever since, showing eachother their bruises and generally doing whatever they want when it works out that way.
Oh honey I feel your bone, I'd rather sit here all alone
You tell me that you love me, don't try and corrupt me
I'm saving myself for Jesus
You can t***y-f*** me, Tie me up, dry-hump me
and slap me in the face, I'll even let you call me mommy
He died upon the cross, let me get my point across
My h**** belongs to Jesus
Honey I'll roll over let you poke me in the back door
Oh Honey I'll roll over let you cram it in my back door
I ain't gonna be one of them Mary Magdelene w****s
My p**** belongs to Jesus
I ain't going to hell like them sumbitch moslims
the catholics and the jews and osama bin ladens
I aint going to hell like ol' Charlie Manson
Jimmy Carter or the f****** Unibomber
And when we get married then I'll let you pop my cherry
and I'll love you like the devil in our home in Shelbyville
and we'll go up to heaven and we'll meet ol' baby Jesus
you'll be so glad that we waited
you'll be so glad that we waited
Honey I feel your bone
Birdcloud is Makenzie Green and Jasmin Kaset from East Nashville and Cottontown, respectively. Birdcloud met in Murfreesboro and immediately didn't like eachother. At a party in 2009 they had some whiskeys and became friends and started d***ing around on guitar, writing their first song, a song about going down on your best friend, now lost to the sands of time. Despite a lukewarm reception at Nashville's Bluebird Cafe, they have been sitting on eachother's faces ever since, showing eachother their bruises and generally doing whatever they want when it works out that way.