A pressed shirt ya tuck it in You tie your tie tie it again I put a little curl in my hair Pink on my cheeks barely there A proper skirt hits at the knee A good sweater in winter green You shake the keys downstairs I hit the lights not a minute to spare Slip a five in the bible for the offering plate What a beautiful picture we both make You drive I look out the window It's not right and nobody says so We walk in and head to the same pew And hold hands just like we're supposed to But last night you slept on the sofa And these days I don't even know ya We fight like hell but nobody knows When we're wearing our church clothes We stand up we sing a hymn We say a prayer for other friends We're turning to the Book of John I'm thinking how I can't go on But we smile and we give it our Sunday best If we're lost couldn't tell by the way we're dressed I drive you look out the window It's not right and nobody says so We walk in you head to the bedroom But I don't I do what I want to Like last week when I packed a suitcase And came close to getting my own place All this is stuff that nobody knows When we're wearing our church clothes All week don't speak Don't touch as if nobody's watching us Lord knows we've got it down What would they say if we gave up You drive I look out the window It's not right and nobody says so We walk in like we've never been so close Miles apart but careful that it don't show When we're wearing our church clothes