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You're first
Only made from your rib
About to burst
Then you won't give

In his image he made you
Woman is number two
Made so you won't be lonely
To be treated as the only

Bond that's two to one
Shining hot as sun
Loving her as you love yourself
Feminine kind of wealth

Two steps below God
Treated as though we're odd
Original sinners
Men are the winners

Below God number one
His will be done
Obey that will
Let God fill

Your prideful soul
Your selfish toll
That gets you no where
Unless the God of love is here...

6/16/2008 1945 cj

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