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Make no mistake about it This is not a confession It's not a plea, it's not a permission to disbelieve I'm scared here, and I cannot move and the truth is, Lord, I don't think it's just me So why is this honesty so suprising if it's what you created me to be Here's a woman with a poor man And his smell it's more than I'd like to bear But she kisses him and she just holds him With admiration, I walk on home So why is her kindness so suprising if it's what she was created to be And why is loving so suprising if it's what we were created to be 'Cause I'm scared here and I cannot move |