I saw the eyes of god
In the belly of a dancing bear
She seemed unconcerned
That lesbian relationships
Were frowned upon in these parts
I saw the hand of god
Reaching for a cold beer
He seemed very relaxed
For a Maker about to meet his Creation
But He might know something I don’t
I saw the footprints of god
In the mud down by the river
They seemed rather ordinary
And could have been mine or yours
But the pattern left behind
Implied fantastic dancing
Want to dance My Dear?
In the belly of a dancing bear
She seemed unconcerned
That lesbian relationships
Were frowned upon in these parts
I saw the hand of god
Reaching for a cold beer
He seemed very relaxed
For a Maker about to meet his Creation
But He might know something I don’t
I saw the footprints of god
In the mud down by the river
They seemed rather ordinary
And could have been mine or yours
But the pattern left behind
Implied fantastic dancing
Want to dance My Dear?
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