| I’m baffled by the folks who like flirtin' with the pastor
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| It’s hard to get 'em through the door and they’re hardly comin' after
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| They’re out of money, passed the buck when he took up a collection
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| Well, how much more must they make before God gets a fraction?
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| They’re flirtin' with the pastor, but they’ll go when in need
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| And then they run and hide till Easter and Christmas Eve
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| They got a Bible on the shelf but when they gonna read it?
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| They can’t commit time they do for lesser things
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| They’d rather lay down in their cozy homes
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| He’s still tryin' to drag 'em to Heaven though
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| They’re not tryin' to turn that reverend gray
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| Seems like they may though anyway
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| (You know what I’m talkin' about, maybe?)
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| Sneakin' out on the pastor on Sunday the faithful go 'round and 'round
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| If they don’t like his sermons enough they leave and go crosstown
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| They want the best in troubadours and they like their funny laughter
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| And other guys just stay in bed and they wait for the hereafter
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| Flirtin' with the pastor, y’all, I ain’t sure they know what they need
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| You know the way they run and hide till Easter and Christmas Eve
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| They got a Bible on the shelf but when they plan to read it?
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| You can’t just live your life through dudes on Christian TV
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| They’d rather lay down in their home sweet homes
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| He’s still tryin' to drag 'em to Heaven though
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| Though they might return but never stay
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| They’re flirtin' with the pastor anyway
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| (And you are too maybe)
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| (He's prayin' for everybody)
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| LEAD
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| Flirtin' with the pastor, babe, they ain’t sure what they need
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| You know the way they run and hide till Easter and Christmas Eve
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| They got a Bible on the shelf but when they plan to read it?
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| They cram for this just like they do for SATs
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| They’d rather lay down in their cozy homes
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| He’s still tryin' to drag 'em to Heaven though
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| Though the guy’s been burned by them, he prays
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| There’s certain things a pastor can’t forsake |