(Jeez, man, that's a big strap)
My angel's most polite when I am on my knees, yeah
And I am even nicer when she asks me, please, uh-uh
Doesn't make me pray too long
Till she's dancing on my tongue
And when she's done, she shows me how she got them wings
She looks just like a God
Baby call me catholic
She fucks just like a God
Cuff it up I'm yours
Can't find a single flaw
I think she's holographic
Keep stringing me along
I need no Religion
When you fuck it like a God
I fuck it like a God
Oh, Gabriel can't decide if I'm a friend or foe
(They not even together though)
And she said: "I don't think he even tries to make me curl my toes"
(Don't you know how to work that thing, though?)
Think ya big and tough, daddy? (Huh?)
That's what she's been calling me (huh?)
Go wash ya balls before ya tell me what I already know
I'm homo
It's because she fucks just like a God
Baby call me catholic
She looks just like a God
Cuff it up I'm yours
I got to pray for more
She said she's telepathic
Keep stringing me along
I need no religion
When you fuck it like a
You fuck it like a God
You fuck it like a God
It's because she fucks just like a God
Not to be too dramatic, miss
(She fucks just like a God)
That angel puss is galactic shit
(She fucks just like a God)
Psychopathic, pornographic
Both angelic and satanic
But I gotta fucking have it
(You fuck just like a God)
You fuck just like a
(Uh-oh, Gabe wants to suck my dick)
