Biography:
Birdcloud is an American country duo from Nashville, Tennessee, formed in 2010 comprising Jasmin Kaset and Makenzie Green. The duo is known for raunchy lyrics that comment on life in the American south.
The duo met in Murfreesboro and immediately didn’t like each other. At a party in 2009 they had some whiskeys and became friends and started dicking around on guitar, writing their first song, a song about going down on your best friend, now lost to the sands of time.
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Saving Myself for Jesus (Birdcloud)
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Honey I feel your bone I’d rather sit here all alone
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Oh, honey I feel your bone I’d rather sit here all alone
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You tell me that you love me, don’t try and corrupt me
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I’m saving myself for Jesus
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You can titty fuck, tie me up dry hump me
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And slap me in the face, Ill even let you call me mommy
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He died upon the cross, let me get my point across
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My hymen belongs to Jesus
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Honey I’ll roll over, let you poke me in the back door
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Honey I’ll roll over, I’ll let you cram it in my back door
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I ain’t gonna be one of those Mary Magdalene whores
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My pussy belongs to Jesus
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I ain’t going to hell like dem som bitch Muslims
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The Catholics and the Jews and Osama bin Ladens
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I ain’t goin to hell like ole Charlie Manson,
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Jimmy Carter or the fuckin unibomber
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And when we get married then I’ll let you pop my cherry
D A E
And I’ll love you like the devil at our home in Shelbyville
D A
And we’ll go up to heaven and we’ll meet old baby Jesus
D A E
You’ll be so glad that we waited; you’ll be so glad that we waited
D A
Honey I feel your bone
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Honey I feel your bone I’d rather sit here all alone
D A
Oh, honey I feel your bone I’d rather sit here all alone
A
You tell me that you love me, don’t try and corrupt me
E A
I’m saving myself for Jesus
A
You can titty fuck, tie me up dry hump me
D A
And slap me in the face, Ill even let you call me mommy
A
He died upon the cross, let me get my point across
E A
My hymen belongs to Jesus
A
Honey I’ll roll over, let you poke me in the back door
D A
Honey I’ll roll over, I’ll let you cram it in my back door
A
I ain’t gonna be one of those Mary Magdalene whores
E A
My pussy belongs to Jesus
A
I ain’t going to hell like dem som bitch Muslims
D A
The Catholics and the Jews and Osama bin Ladens
A
I ain’t goin to hell like ole Charlie Manson,
D A
Jimmy Carter or the fuckin unibomber
D A
And when we get married then I’ll let you pop my cherry
D A E
And I’ll love you like the devil at our home in Shelbyville
D A
And we’ll go up to heaven and we’ll meet old baby Jesus
D A E
You’ll be so glad that we waited; you’ll be so glad that we waited
D A
Honey I feel your bone
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