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Now he's no stranger he's a friend to me gave his life just to set me free
He knows I know that he loves me Jesus is my kind
Everybody sings Jesus is my
Jesus by the bed,
Wall mounted TV screen,
My church plugged into the gravy train,
And Reagan keeps me clean!


What kind of girl?
What kind of girl would
that love was the one thing money couldn't buy
Daddy never was the Cadillac kind

It took a while but now I'm grown
I've settled down with kids of my own
and his true love dear named the wedding hours
They would wed in the little church the one that had no towers
But he was the kind and generous man he told
Moanin' low, my sweet man, I love him so
Though he's mean as can be
He's the kind of man needs the kind
Of a woman like me

Gonna die if my
Moanin' low, my sweet man, I love him so
Though he's mean as can be
He's the kind of man needs the kind
Of a woman like me

Gonna die if my
Moanin' low, my sweet man; I love him so
Though he's mean as can be
He's the kind of man needs the kind
Of a woman like me

Gonna die if my
much
I ain't got his kind of money
But he ain't got my kind of love

He can buy you all he wants to
But girl I ain't sold
So keep my number handy
'Cause
She was called a scarlet woman by the people
Who would go to church but left me in the street
With no parents of my own,I never had a home
She was called a scarlet woman by the people
Who would go to church but left me in the street
With no parents of my own,I never had a home
back, I'm looking for the line
Taking off my coat, clearing my throat
The rhyme will be kicking until I hit my last note
My mind remains refined, all kind
Moanin' low, my sweet man, I love him so
Though he's mean as can be
He's the kind of man needs the kind
Of a woman like me

Gonna die if my
For my true love has died today.
I'll die for him tomorrow."

They buried her by the old church tower 
Him they lay beside her, 
And from her
what's coming next from the flex of the wrist
Say indeed and I'll proceed cause my man made a mix
If he bleed he won't need no band-aid to fix
His
She was called a scarlet woman by the people
Who would go to church but left me in the street
With no parents of my own,I never had a home
back, I'm looking for the line
Taking off my coat, clearing my throat
The rhyme will be kicking until I hit my last note
My mind remains refined, all kind
Bring me back all the money you make.
You gotta rub my body with sweet scented oil,
Cool me with a 'lectric fan,
Run to the church
Fall down on your
(I can't use it)
Tryin' to make it real, compared to what?

Where's that bee and where's that honey?
Where's my God and where's my money
Unreal
and run his life
Whatever it is you want girl I hope you find
But that hat don't fit my head it's the chokin' kind.

When you fall in love again girl
me back all the money you make
Won't you rub my body with sweet scented oil, cool me with a 'lectric fan
Run to the church fall down on your knees say
and where's my money?
Unreal values, crass distortion
Unwed mothers need abortion
Kind of brings to mind ol' young King Tut (He did it now)
Tried to make it
She was called a scarlet woman by the people
Who would go to church but left me in the streets
With no parents of my own I never had a home
what's coming next from the flex of the wrist
Say indeed and I'll proceed cause my man made a mix
If he bleed he won't need no band-aid to fix
His
The church went down and it didn't go gently
The burning steeple fell right onto Main Street
The old stained glass exploded
Pieces of Jesus at my
Daniel had a most upstanding dick
But eric was the one with extra yardage to love
By joining the cocksuck club
So lick lick lick slurp slurp slurp
Do it