Jesus wore a tuxedo
as he rolled down my street
Servin' chips and bonito
in his cookshack machine
Savin' money and souls
one sweet meal at a time
Takin' back his control
stoppin' crime on a dime
So I pulled out my cash
stood in line for a taste
Used the salsa, just a splash
cause I'm not about waste
Dropped my fork on the ground
but I don't even sweat it
I'm a grub hubbin' hound
I used my fingers, forget it
Salsa dripped on my shirt
ya know, I can't be seen trippin
So, I flipped it in reverse
there's two sides for a reason
Ain't shamin' me, before Christ
in the tux he be sportin'
Don't worry, everything's fine
we're in harmonious proportions
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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