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jodie jo' - church sunday, stripper monday lyrics

how was your week
oh the lord is with me, but the devil
he got his hands on my
grand niece, grace
just smoking the reefer
doing the hanky panky with boys

and she say
gimme my clothes
and she say
gimme my bible
and she say
gimme my clothes
gimme my pole

she’s a church girl on sunday
monday through sat-rday she’s in the club
lost in a world of skin in paper
our little girl is all grown up
she’s a church girl on sunday

jiggly thigh money
turns to t-the money
she call it backslide money
they call it backside money
hundred, fifty, twenty tucked in between her new
fishnet lingerie and her outer layer
a couple hundred dollars later she’ll be
outta there headin’ on off to sleep
so she could wake up early in the am for church
where they be prayin’ and
payin’ t-thes, competin’ and
judgin’ and claimin’ sanctified
just to justify what they did last week
choir members, probably laying
around like a lil gas leak…
everybody sins, some just sin
different, i see church folk try
to play as god like young kids
try to play as cops and robbers
everybody got a problem
ain’t the church ‘posed to be a
hospital for the sick, pimp, prost-tute
and the woman in the club
some folk trynna change
some folk just judge

and she say
gimme my clothes
and she say
gimme my bible
and she say
gimme my clothes
gimme my pole

she’s a church girl on sunday
monday through sat-rday she’s in the club
lost in a world of skin in paper
our little girl is all grown up
she’s a church girl on sunday

sunday she clappin’ them hands
monday she clappin’ somethin’ else
she praise dance for the lord
she lap dance on a belt
best of both worlds, gotta choose one
wanna make change, but
dollars do come when she’s on that pole
and so do men when she need a bon-us
for the rent and the chicken
rinsed in the kitchen for the kids in her
household where the gospel bumps
harder than a toe on an old bed
frame on a sat-rday evening, which is
the same day she sinnin’
hard while her children cleanin’ them dishes
this is, tiring
jobs ain’t, hiring
god has requirements
but her faith, is dyin’ and so
she’s back slidin’ and
presenting her thighs
and then repentin’ for the
way she made her pension
to pay t-thes again

she’s a church girl on sunday
monday through sat-rday she’s in the club
lost in a world of skin in paper
our little girl is all grown up
she’s a church girl on sunday
monday through sat-rday she’s in the club
lost in a world of skin in paper
our little girl is all grown up
she’s a church girl on sunday

gimme my clothes
gimme my bible
gimme my clothes
gimme my pole

she’s a church girl on sunday
monday through sat-rday she’s in the club
lost in a world of skin in paper
our little girl is all grown up
she’s a church girl on sunday

gimme my pole

- jodie jo lyrics

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