كلمات I Prefer Your Love

I prefer your love to Jesus Little baby on your knees cause the world has got you down Name-tagged tourists, sick at the sight of them Tight-walking the sidewalk in spite of them As my headache moves from east to west Mother, won't you open your arms and Forgive me of all these bad thoughts? I'm blinded to the faces in the fog But all the good in me is because of you It's true I prefer your love to Jesus I prefer your love to Jesus Little baby on your knees cause the world has got you down King-sized country wearing your worries out Headless heroes heaped by the pylons As a careless sun sets on the west Sure as mother licking her finger to wipe the blush and Smudge from my cheek and wonder what will become of Your little one But all the good in me is because of you It's true I prefer your love to Jesus I prefer your love to Jesus Little baby on your knees cause the world has got you down