[Intro] [Verse 1] I know, I know I shouldn't be thinkin' it Much less singin' it But the good Lord knows my trials I try not to stare, but Lord, she's there Third pew, left side In her Sunday best at the end of the aisle I hear the preacher shoutin' to the rafters But I'm starin' at the back of her neck And I've been starin' quite a while [Chorus] To hold her hand and be her man I'd walk through the fires of hell She's living proof that You're the truth Lord, You outdid Yourself With this here Gospel Bombshell [Verse 2] I tried to be true, sat in the back pew Moved three rows off Way off to the right Tried to find a place where I'd be safe But no matter where I go She's never outta my sight Now I'm a big brother buddy at the Bible study Even joined the choir 'Cause she sings there Wednesday nights [Chorus] To hold her hand and be her man I'd walk through the fires of hell She's living proof that You're the truth Lord, You outdid Yourself With this here Gospel Bombshell [Bridge] Lord, every Sunday it gets worse Just when I think I'm free of this curse She walks by and I find I'm sinnin' in my mind She moves with such a simple grace Right here in this holy place I'm so sorry, but it's true She keeps me comin' back to You [Chorus] To hold her hand and be her man I'd walk through the fires of hell She's living proof that You're the truth Lord, You outdid Yourself With this here Gospel Bombshell [Breakdown] Lord, lead me not into temptation But if she's my damnation Please don't deliver me from her spell [Outro] So I know You answer prayers 'Cause You're the one who put her there My beautiful Gospel Bombshell My oh so beautiful Gospel Bombshell [Spoken] See you Sunday! [End]
