They talk like phonies
This I know
For the Bible tells me so.
Wolves in sheeps clothing
Won't be long
Seek the truth
Sing him a new song.
Beware of the phoney
Speaking baloney
Phonies, phonies, phonies,
The truth has gone astray.
Don't be dirty
Don't debate
Have His Spirit as your mate
Holy Spirit come on in teach your children how to win.
Holy, holy, holy...
He ain't no honkey
Came riding on a donkey
Now the fix is in.
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Now - was it a pony - or donkey or ass, as some versions say?! 🙂
Good point, may need an edit.
Great comment - from whom or what are you protecting your rear end?
Steel yourself - one of the multitude could break through.....
I try to keep it tight.
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