Music by Peter Furler

Lyrics by Steve Taylor



poster child for the Christian single

dumped on more than a birdhouse shingle

tired of the same old crowd, she starts to

mingle where she don't belong

all God's bachelors hanging in a bunch

wolves in Wool-lite beat 'em to the punch

score another knockout, barely bought her lunch

what went wrong?



let's talk about real life

truth and consequences

and coming to our senses

and lies we'd best unlearn



let's talk about real love

truth and propaganda

are you really gonna stand for

love that waits its turn?



I am the voice of the male agenda

sensitive, strong or shy, I tend to

act anyway that would possibly send you

somewhere we can be alone



you're so sure I'm a would be Christian

suckered by the "Untamed Heart" condition

love that feminine intuition

seen that movie, too



let's talk about real life...



Ok, ok, ok - you've got me

figured out, I'm a sham, I

never actually studied for the

priesthood. I've had lots of

destructive relationsps, and

I know I don't deserve

someone like you anyway. It's

just, there's this strange

purity about you...almost a

radiance. Maybe it comes from

your religious beliefs, I don't

know. I guess what I'm trying

to say is, you're unlike any

woman I've ever met...is it

getting hot in here? Can I help

you with that jacket?



No, no, I know you've got to

go...Oh! No, it's nothing. I've

just got this really bad kink in

my neck...you don't suppose

you could just massage it a

little, could you