Bent Over

Sometimes I wonder about your wicked ways

Do you really think the world is yours for the taking

And that all those hearts passing by have been breaking

Just because you wore a tight shirt and winked at them

All the short skirts and makeup in the world

Will never change what you are made of

And when God thinks about her creation of you

It begins to rain in heaven

Many more than I have uttered the words

“I just don’t want any of it”

Our eyes have realized that you were just making the rounds

There is no sugar, spice, or anything nice

More like a knife, slicing its way through life

With intentions to make your path

By bending over backwards

More than once

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