Girls Are God's Machines Lyrics

Come on
Come on
It’s a pretty day
To stay inside and baby make

Come on
Come on
Go freak him out
Ride him good till he’s all dried out

Get up
Get up
Go make that bed
Give a little love and then give a little

Come on
Come on
'Cause pretty soon
There’ll be nothing left of you

I pray that girls are god's machines
I’m a southern bitch
Straight outta the rib
Man, it is what it is

I pray that girls are god's machines
Yeah, I’m a southern bitch
Man, I cry when I kiss, and I’d die for your sins
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Come on
Come on
Use my skin
To bury all your secrets in

Come on
Come on
I don’t mind
My mother taught me not to cry

Get up
Get up
Feed you good, I’m a little spoon

Get up
Get up
Sing it back if you feel it too

I pray that girls are god's machines
I’m a southern bitch
Straight outta the rib
Man, it is what it is

I pray that girls are god's machines
I’m a southern bitch
Man, I cry when I kiss, and I’d die for your sins
Yeah yeah


Oh, can we make it even?
Oh, can we make it even?
Oh, can we make it even?
Oh, can we make it even?

Come on
Come on
It’s a pretty day
To stay inside and baby make

Come on
Come on
Go freak him out
Ride him good till he’s all dried out

Get up
Get up
Go make that bed
Give a little love and then give a little

Come on
Come on
'Cause pretty soon
There’ll be nothing left of you