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Sugar lane hill sugar in the thrill .
I put a coat of white snow on my mind.
Like a kid on coke rush,
I be fine.
If something dandy turns a girl soul rancid,
I go shake the awful devil of smell.
Bring jubliee on three bells.
Do not touch my sugar hill sugar.
God sniffed the salt of your liver.
I am heck of Deliverer.
Chipper than a wood pecker.
I chuck wood much more than a wood chuck beaver could .
People ask how?
I say because I am type of cowgirl .
Bought down by the slums of dirt.
Picked up, blossom by love and God.
He the creator say it was alright.
I trembled as my self fallen apart.
I knew he come home and take me to his glory.
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