God damn girl, your wounds are beautiful
God damn girl, your wounds are beautiful
God damn girl, your wounds are beautiful
God damn girl, your wounds are beautiful
And if god damns
Then god damn
God damn girl, your wounds are beautiful
God damn girl, your wounds are beautiful
You show me why love is critical
You show me why love is critical
And if god . . .
Then god . . .
And if god plans
Then god planned me
God damn girl, your wounds are beautiful
God damn girl, my love is pitiful
You show me why love is critical
You show me why love is pitiful
And if god damn
Then god damn
And if god damns
God damn me
God damn girl, your wounds are beautiful
Why do I feel so unusual?
Monsters are so impersonal
God damn girl, your wounds are beautiful
And if God's hands
Are man's hands
Then God damn
Then God damn me
