Xtina: a Foolish Little Prayer for the Broken-Hearted, The Over-Pious, and Queer Kids Worldwide

You fucked up your relationship cause you believed in God, you believed in God.

You fucked up your relationship cause you believed in God, you believed in God.

You fucked up your relationship cause you believed in God, you believed in God.

My friend Jonathan's a marvelous fellow.

Why'd you turn yellow?

Why'd you turn yellow?

You know you two made the handsomest couple. Why'd you turn yellow?

Why'd you turn yellow?

Mommy's from Samoa where they had no Yehoah. Tell me where they go, Christina, tell me where they go-a?

She expects a postcard so I really must know-a. They'll be no public transportation but a vessel movin' slow-a.

You know, I beg to differ.

Mom and I will paddle down the River Styx in our own two-person canoe.

And if I didn't know any better, Ms., I bet we'd paddle right on by you.

You're screamin' on deaf ears, the blood around you stinkin' of the righteous and the wicked alike.

Now mixed in with your tears, you're belchin' in vain like poor old Sysiphus on an exercise-bike.

An exercise bike! Yeah, and we'll be like

She fucked up her relationship cause she believed in God, she believed in God

She fucked up your relationship cause you believed in God, she believed in God.

She fucked up your relationship cause you believed in God, she believed in God.

My friend Jonathan's a marvelous fellow. Why'd you turn yellow?

You know you two made the handsomest couple. Coulda had babies they'd be bi-racial.

Now, poor Jonathan he we areth a wretched scowl. All the citizens of Paradise they hear him howl.

He's bitten of his tongue and so he can only produce vowels.

Your savior upon your love cried foul.

Again, I beg to differ.

Roundabout the time he said never leave you--What do you know?!he's M.I.A.

Jonathan Greene's a thousand times better. You pulled the thread. You undid his sweater.

Jonathan made of flesh and blood and a broken heart because his lady she ain't happy with that.

Now he's shit out of luck, cause the servant of love was rather fickle as a matter of fact.

And what's up with that? Why would you do that?

Every single one of us will feel like Abraham someday, answering the whims of the sky.

Blasphemy. Infanticide. Pick your sin. Nowhere to hide. Commence the deed the time is drawing nigh.

But me on my 612th birthday, I'll know full-well that I am gay and don a rainbow-colored yarmulke.

And the Lord will shower me with love, silver droplets from above, a testament that he is also so gay.

Yes, God is gay. I think he'll say,

Don't fuck up your relationship cause you believe in God, you believe in God.

Don't fuck up your relationship cause you believe in God, you believe in God.

Don't fuck up your relationship cause you believe in God, you believe in God.

Don't fuck up your relationship cause you believe in God, you believe in God.

Don't fuck up your relationship cause you believe in God, you believe in God.

Don't fuck up your relationship cause you believe in God, you believe in God.

Don't fuck up your relationship cause you believe in God, you believe in God.

Don't fuck up your relationship cause you believe in God, you believe in God.