I always called her the difficult one
For the time it took to get by her knees
But application of Coke and rum
Had me plowing in her field with ease

Taking my time
But I didn’t know
I could do anything
Edge of a knife
Hair of the dog
Letting the bee be king

But what could I do
How could I know
It was the miracles I had to believe
Nothing I’d say
Nothing I’d do
It was the miracles that set me free

All of the energy saving face
Had me chasing round in circles for years
Just ending up in a state of grace
Will wipe away your worries and fears

Water to wine
Sickly to fine
All this sounds good to me
Back from the dead
Breaking the bread
Say it and I’ll believe

When I think of times I was wasted
Things that I’ve tasted
Made me be so mean
Now I’ve found my rejuvination
Instant salvation
Came so easy and clean

All of the time I was convinced
I was too bad to save
But now I know what you believe
Will trump how you behave

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