| Stacy was a troubled teen ever since she was twelve. |
| She felt the world close
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| In on her and thought she needed help. |
| Listening to the radio on a Sunday
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| Night. |
| She heard the preacher calling out to call up on his Help-line. |
| He
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| Sounded so nice, he sounded so inviting, and for a small donation she could
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| Have the Lord Almighty. |
| She told him her story. |
| He told her his thoughts. |
| He
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| Said you better get yourself right in the eyes of God. |
| Too much sex, too
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| Little Jesus
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| Satan’s made a slave of you, the Lord will set you free! |
| You don’t know God
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| from diddly
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| And you’re old enough to breed. |
| The sins of me and you are the reason he did
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| bleed
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| Now a word from our sponsor then another troubled teen with…
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| Too much sex, too little Jesus
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| Stop that dope smoking, stop that masturbation! |
| Take the Lord into your heart
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| and stop
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| That fornication. |
| We’re building us an army, gonna knock out Satan.
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| Too much sex, too little Jesus
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| Too much sex, too little Jesus
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| Too much sex, too little Jesus |