Bad Sinner
Devious side of me
Everybody knows I'm a bad sinner
I can't compete because I'm not a winner
I have made bad decisions
I'm not proud of it
I have grown cruel of it
Makes me feel devious
Going after my ungrateful desires
I became Eve eating a bad apple from the sinners' tree
Let the green snake slither between my cold feet
How did I get good at this?
Told too many lies
Dishonored my family
Committed so many bad things I shouldn't do
I go to church every blessed Sunday morning
Kneeling down to pray
Praying to keep my sins away from me
I'm an addictive
I must admit it
I can't stand being committed
I let the devil in my life
Sold my innocent soul
No refunds or exchanges
You can't trust me
You can't love me
Nor can even befriend me
I have a bad rep for being bad
Guess you can call me a bad guy
Or a bad girl
I'm a Bad Sinner
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Gladys W. Muturi
Hello, My name is Gladys W. Muturi. I am an Actress, Writer, Filmmaker, Producer, and Mother of 1.
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