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Sweet Jesus, I'm on fire She's got the sweetest darkest side When it comes into her eyes I know iron and steel couldn't hold me Good God, I'm easy bruised And so often a moth to her flame And the things that she's asked me to do Would see a city of saints forgetting his name I have an audience with the Pope And I'm saving the world at eight But if she says she needs me, Juanita says she needs me Everybody's gonna have to wait Everybody's gonna have to wait (Where could she be?) Was that a minute or an hour? (Where could she be?) She turns the hours into days Kill the phone, cover the cage And wait for the doorbell to ring (Where could she be?) No she won't come running (Where could she be?) The world is turning at her pace Kill the phone, cover the cage And wait for the doorbell to ring I have an audience with the Pope And I'm saving the world at eight But if she says she needs me, Juanita says she needs me Everybody's gonna have to wait I have an audience with the Pope And I'm saving the world at eight But if she says she needs me, Juanita says she needs me Everybody's gonna have to wait