Bibles dressed in spandex pants   If you could get the girl to dance, she'll follow you all the way to heaven   And grab your heart through your sweaty chest   Clutch it to her longing breast   She'll go with you all the way to heaven      She's crying now, but tell me what she's crying for   She'll follow, too, but tell me who she's following   She's longing, but tell me who she's longing for   She thinks of your image as a stained-glass window