Kristin on the Side Willi Carlisle

She's a pastor's daughter, nobody loves her
She's two-hundred and fifty pounds
And not one of 'ems muscle
Nobody got her any braces like the others
So she's still gaptoothed like my mother

It was the summer of 2007
When I mistook a half-rolled joint
And her lips for heaven
I guess I'm not that into it, nothing to compare
It was easier to lie to myself when she was there

But I'm still seeing Kristin on the side
But I'm still seeing Kristin on the side
She's the only one who even knows what's on my mind
But I'm still seeing Kristin on the side

We'd go to church on Sunday
And write notes in our hymnals
In a red pen we'd draw up all our future tattoos
Then spike the coffee afterwards with stolen spirits
Say here's my body, here's my blood too

And she never spoke in tongues
But her tongue said what I would not
She never spoke her mind so her mind was lost on me
But I kissed her brother at her nineteenth birthday party
I never felt so alive or so free