When you see me,
My tall slender statue,
Fashioned to rule.
You expect the typical teen.
In the drugs, alcohol, sex pool
No way, sorry, not my destiny.
Boyfriend yes, fun yes,
free to be me,
As long as He, Jesus gets the glory.
Sooo I'm keep my cherry on the tree!


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