Raro

Just walked in the weird dude
The one who doesn’t drink, doesn’t smoke, and doesn’t dress fancy
Doesn’t listen to songs about gunfire
And told those who robbed him, Christ loves you

It’s super weird, super super weird
He hangs out with everyone and isn’t stingy
Didn’t get bothered the day he was bullied
And he’s praying for a girl named Sharon

A while back they kicked him off a bus
Because he talked about Jesus and atheists heard him
In philosophy class, they booed him
Because he said, Christ is the truth, they crucified him

But he doesn’t care if they call him weird
He knows that a long time ago they paid
A very high price, very very high
So excuse me, here comes the weird one

I invited the weird girl to dance
She told me she didn’t dance, she only swayed
Every Sunday where she congregated
And I was wondering what the hell she was talking about

I even got bored listening to her
I asked her, do you drink? She said she didn’t drink
That she liked the wine from communion
And that she still doesn’t have a boyfriend, waiting on the Lord

Look how crazy this girl is
She recommended some singers she listened to
Some guy named Ander Bock, some punk, that crap
Said not to miss it, that the Lord wouldn’t take long

And I told her, you’re just a buzzkill
And she said, correction, I’m a Christian
And I’m gonna tell you something, my dude
Seek the Lord, your mind isn’t right

She doesn’t care if they call her weird
She’s firm and doesn’t change at all
She’s really high-maintenance, even if you make a face
Leave her alone, that girl is weird

You don’t drink, you don’t smoke, how weird
You don’t go to clubs, how weird
You only have one girlfriend, how weird
How weird, you all are weird

She doesn’t dress sexy, how weird
Doesn’t like to party, how weird
Doesn’t want easy money, how weird
How weird, very weird