I was not created In the likeness of a fraud Your hell is sweet messages for a special friend scary I prefer a loving god We are not the center Of this funny universe And what is something worse I do not serve In fear of such a curse.
Don't eat the fruit in the garden, Eden, It wasn't in God's natural plan.
The bouncy beat and chorus make for the perfect song to skip down the street to — or for the shyer among us, to blast inside your house and sing along with at the top of your lungs.
Love and kisses.
Bella March 10,
The Prisoner The Story:
Susan - The song by Trace Adkins is so authentic.
This is my way of supporting these folks.
Stop throwing stones — The night has a thousand saxophones.
