| Look out fat deacon
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| Do ya really think about we kind
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| Well now sister pigeon
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| If you really want that sorta religion
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| You better do what I say and see the thing my way
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| Your eyes are glowing
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| That’s not true baby
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| I think I really oughta be a’going
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| You mustn’t fret
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| I’m a gonna make you feel the spirit
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| Just send your heart to me and sit upon my knee
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| Should I start praying?
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| No no I think I didn’t delay
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| What are you saying?
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| Goodbye baby
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| It’s much much much too late
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| Please stop squeezin' my hand
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| Well you do not understand
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| That deacon… yeah deacon is movin' In
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| Let me go, let me go, let me go, let me go mister
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| Yeah take some, take some, take some, take some sister
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| If you kiss me once again
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| I’m gonna stick you with this pin
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| Well go ahead and stick me 'cause
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| The deacon is movin' In
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| Jump to this yeah… jump… yeah
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| Yeeeasss she get those moves right
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| It all in baby
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| Yeeaahh
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| Everybody goes along with the deacon
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| That was a deacon tone
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| Yeah jump to this
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| The meetin' is downstairs
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| Want that true religion
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| Yes baby you you you’s just a tender pigeon
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| Hand me down that gin
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| And kiss me once again
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| Yes kiss baby
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| The deacon, deacon is movin' in |