God Might Love Me (but He Doesn't Know Me Like the Devil Does) - The Bonnevilles

I used to think about silver

I used to think about gold

I used to think of all the pretty things

I used to think I was bold

I used to think about peaches

I used to think about cream

I used to think of all the things I did wrong

Was not the fault of me

God might love me, but he doesn’t know me like the devil does

God might love me, but he doesn’t know me like the devil does

I used to think about diamonds

I used to think about love

Still think of Satan

And the Lord above

I used to think of the righteous

I used to think about kings

I once raked the ashes

Of what was left of me

God might love me, but he doesn’t know me like the devil does

God might love me, but he doesn’t know me like the devil does

I used to think about silver

I used to think about gold

I used to think of all the pretty things

I used to think I was bold

I used to think about peaches

I used to think about cream

I used to think of all the things I did wrong

Was not the fault of me

God might love me, but he doesn’t know me like the devil does

God might love me, but he doesn’t know me like the devil does