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I remember little Shirley, she lived down the road
Her hair all long and curly, we were only 12 years old
She called me her lover but we did not know the score
there was plenty to discover that we didn't know before

I open my eyes, Sunday morning
I hear the bells chime
Off to church to wash my sins away

I ain't no sinner, but I ain't no saint
Ain't gonna tell it to the preacher
I ain't no devil, but I ain't no angel
Ain't gonna tell it to the preacher
I ain't no thief, but I ain't no holy man
Ain't gonna tell it to the preacher
I ain't no demon, but I ain't no choir boy
Ain't gonna tell it to the preacher

I was looking for some action, I was trying to make some noise
But the only real distraction was fighting with the boys
They threw me in the slammer where I spent a lonely night
And when the judge brought down the hammer, I knew I lost another fight

Bridge
Chorus

I'm a full-grown man, I've learned my lesson well
I know it takes a good plan to make it through,
to make it through this hell

Chorus

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