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She fed me pictures better than scripturesShe read to me scriptures better than picturesShe read to me scriptures, I got me a pictureAnd I dreamed awayI'm never gonna be an OnanYou never gonna be TamarI can feel the heat of your little dartBegging me to stayIt's how I got savedSo don't be afraidOf the wild sonHey, I'm your pitcher, and you're my catcherIf you get butcher, then I'm a-gonna getchaAnd I'm a-gonna betcha that I'll be bitcherAnd get carried awayHere I am alone andWaiting for another dayI can hear the beating of my sacred partsIt never goes awayIt's how I got savedSo don't be afraidOf the wild son Aus Songtexte Mania