I found god at the stroke of midnight with your tongue in my mouth, on New Year's Eve
I found god when I was twelve with my cousin, trying to get a buzz from shots of Lysterine
I found god in a Dr.Suess book
I found god in a dirty magazine
I found god in the words of Steve Miller: I really your peaches, wanna shake your tree
I found god on a Wednesday afternoon, drinking boxed one and wishing you would call me
I found god in the middle of the woods, spitting at the stars and making love to a tree
I found god when I quit smoking cigarettes
I found god in a bag of weed
I found god in the back of my head: Too scared to even talk to you, but dreaming you would marry me
I could find god if I could taste you
I could find god if you'd lay down next to me
I could find god in your secret places
I could find god if you'd only talk to me
I found god in the back of my head: too scared to even talk to you, but dreaming you would marry me
I found god in the words of Steve Miller: I really your peaches, wanna shake your tree
