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Am old fashioned you dare say,
But am I as guilty as to inherit the title.
A handshake is modest enough to make your acquaintance,
I reserve hugs to those that go with me way back. 
Did they tell you am scared of the dark, I like taking my girl out into the open.
You don't drink, so do I, what else do we have in common
Get this from me first hand,
I don't promise that which is beyond my reach, I have sisters and karma knows it.
I belong to a cult you see,
we believe in the after life, if the words happily ever, come before the after.
We live and let live the booty behind you, take note of the untapped grace that layeth beneath
We hold our heads in disghust, when our daughters showcase what their momas gave 'em
Don't get any Ideas it ain't like that, love is skin deep, infatuation is a boy band's prey.
We are the battering ram to all things despicable to the eyes of God.
But then again, who are we to judge

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