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wicked things
Your Mother's got bags of good advice  The don'ts exceed the do's But she's not you All it takes is a little nerve  As I close in for the kill Just stand still  What could make a girl believe  The wicked things he'd say? What could make a girl believe  The wicked things he'd say? Like by the grace of God   He'll be the bugle boy on judgment day All the jokers running wild,  Their politics are street,  But still elite  The revolution's underway  The dream is coming true  But not for you  All it takes is a little nerve  As they close in for the kill You just stand still  What could make a girl believe  The wicked things he'd say? What could make a girl believe  The wicked things he'd say? Like by the grace of God   He'll be the bugle boy on judgment day Why must honest Joe reap  The wicked seed they sow? Maybe honest Joe hides   From things he hates to know If Joe goes on this way  An honest wind will surely come and blow