When I open your door, I could not ask for heaven
God must be in my refrigerator
Items close to my heart
Carrots and pickles
Yeah it's heaven on earth
Right inside of my door
Lime gelatin
Chocolate pudding
Fishy wishies
Why don't you get me
White enameled and chrome
A little church of my own
A little taste of honey
It wouldn't take much money
On your altar I'm posed
On your lettuce I'm dancing
And I suppose I suppose
Add gelatin
Fish crazies
Chocolate custard
Cut the mustard
White enameled and chrome
A little church of my own
A little taste of honey
It doesn't take no money
Makes you cum in your pants
Like a two-day romance
On your stove I'm froze
I suppose I suppose
Chocolate custard
Wavy gravy
Mashed potatoes
Do the alligator