my right But I've got these old black and whites Well, I'm every color that you can paint A father, a lover, a mother and a sinner and a saint From
I'm a little bit of everything all rolled into one I'm a bitch, I'm a lover I'm a child, I'm a mother I'm a sinner, I'm a saint I do not feel ashamed
back assward schemes And romantic disasters, where Lord, You dealt me more cards Than I could handle Still from the lips of this half hearted sinner Comes the pledge of a half baked saint
might get hell Thunder, lightning ain?t that kinda frightening Saints and sinners on the road to fame (You) ain?t no winner ?til we know your name Black white
His foes Symbolizing the battle won With Satan sin and the grave Death has no more Strength Heaven's armies arrayed in fine linen White and Pure following Him on them white
Well, I'm a liar and you're a saint Feels so good being the one they hate And I'm a sinner so lets all pray I wouldn't want it an other way Well have
design, As critical as the next You seem so passionate in every breath Articulate to the question, Humbled by time Where saints become sinners At
foes Symbolizing the battle won With Satan sin and the grave Death has no more Strength Heaven's armies arrayed in fine linen White and Pure following Him on them white
scandal of back-assward schemes and romantic disasters where Lord, you dealt me more cards than I could handle. Still from the lips of this half-hearted sinner comes the pledge of a half-baked saint
