The New p**nographers - Joseph, Who Understood lyrics

Rumors are flying All over Galilee these days And, Mary, I'm trying to be cool When my friends walk by 'em They cannot look at me in the eye Baby, I'm trying You're asking me to believe in too many things You're asking me to believe in too many things I know this child Was sent here to heal our broken time And some things are bigger than we know When somehow you find out That you lost a father to a god Well, Mary, that's life But you're asking me to believe in so many things You're asking me to believe in so many things Oh, Mary, is he mine? (Mary, is he mine?) Mary, is he mine? (Mary, is he mine?) Oh, Mary, is he mine? (Mary, is he mine?) Tell me, is he? You're asking me to believe in too many things You're asking me to believe in too many things Now, Mary, he is mine (Mary, he is mine) Mary, he is mine (Mary, is he mine?) Yeah, Mary, he is mine (Mary, he is mine) You're asking me to believe in so many things You're asking me to believe in so many things