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I'm closely related to the alabaster whore

Like Rapunzel, my hair flows form its temple to the Kingdom floor

A once tangled mess

Rated G (Godly), for forgiveness

Of mine and yours

And scores of other sin sick sinners, too the core

Now, I whip my hair back and forth, over the feet of the Lord

Jesus said, I would be eternally, remembered way before, the pharisees

So ladies whip it please..REAL hard!

To the left, right or center part

For God sake, let no counterpart

Pick your lock apart, from its luggage

If ya got Samsonite baggage

Delilah will leave ya, blinded and taken advantage, of

That's what whip lash does

But if your willow, bows low, to the Tree, of Life

Your weave would be a real tight, single

Mingled, with your precious fragrance and tears

Regardless of the years

You'd whip it with no fear

 

I whip my hair back and forth,

Mommy Dearest

   

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