A little bit of heaven a little bit of hell Spending our lives in this dry wishing well She traces my lines and we love to lay around She's just an empty canvas I just can't put her down Where the bad habits go Aww when theres nothing left to choose I turn my sins on over to Jesus and Tattoos She drags me to church on Sundays Every chance she gets Singing hymns from the past and places that shes been The preacher man said draw those liebs the good lord is coming soon I'm not good at taking chances but I will take this walk with you