Sunday morning my heart is warning me
Don’t go your face will let everyone know
What’s on your mind
I’m tired I’m sleepy
Cranky and angry
Why do I do this to myself
Strike me by lightning I shouldn’t be here
Praising the Lord
While sinful thoughts appear
Holding my boyfriend’s hand
But there’s only one person I can look at
And it’s him…
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