Refrigerator Lyrics

When I open your door, I could not ask for heaven,

God must be in my refrigerator,
Items close to my heart,

Carrots and pickles,

Yeah it's heaven on earth

Right inside of my door

Lime gelatin,

Chocolate pudding,

Fishy wishies,

Why don't you get me

White enameled and chrome,

A little church of my own,

A little taste of honey,

It wouldn't take much money,
On your altar I'm posed,

On your lettuce I'm dancing,

And I suppose I suppose

Add gelatin,

Fish crazies,

Chocolate custard,

Cut the mustard

White enameled and chrome,
A little church of my own,

A little taste of honey,

It doesn't take no money,

Makes you c** in your pants,

Like a two-day romance,

On your stove I'm froze,

I suppose I suppose

Chocolate custard,

Wavy gravy,

Mashed potatoes,

Do the alligator