Some say
Some say I'm a flirt others say I go to work some say I rehearse but I say they all lieing need some church...I hop up on my horse chariots a rolling I call God up cuz I see the devil strolling around like a lion seeking whom he may devour but to me it don't matter fa I know one who has the power his name is Jesus..so to my haters for u before I sleep I lay down a prayer I pray that watches over u and not let Satan touch a hair but be aware God don't like ugly but who are we to judge when inside we all ugly...
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