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She said Lord I'm a sinner won't you wash my body clean?
She said Lord I'm a sinner won't you wash my body clean?
He said girl, you ain't no sinner, just misguided.
Misguided Magdalene.
She murmered I'm a bad one, with strage men inside my skin.
She murmered, oh, I'm a bad one, with strage men inside my skin.
But he stroked her hair and whispered, lots of lovin' oh baby, ain't no sin.
Then her lips turned rose contrition, trembling in the throws of grace, and her cheeks burned congac crimson so she did not show her face.
But he told her, follow me babe, you can hold your head up high.
He told her, oh, follow me babe, you can hold your head up high.
As she kissed his sacred garmet, festal tears fell from her eyes.
As she wept unfettered passion, she clawed her fennel face, crying Lord, I can't imagine my flesh stripped of its shame.
He said, your blood holds demons and they nurture your heart's doubt.
He said, your blood holds demons and they nurture your heart's doubt.
Well she clung to him, and played it, Jesus, oh yes!
Cast those demons out!
Oh Lord ...
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